When the pain was too great, I would retreat into my own thoughts. It was not always a safe place to be. Sad thoughts, painful thoughts were a constant. Overthinking and overanalyzing were my constant companions. Tears didn’t stop. The thinking didn’t stop. The hurt didn’t stop.
Writing helped me escape my prison of sadness. My words and thoughts broke through the wall of pain that surrounded me. I’m in a much happier place now. I haven’t forgotten how hard it was to get here. There are still days that are not easy, but that is life. And when it gets to be too much, I still retreat, but now I am armed with my words.