There are days, when all I can do is think about very bad and horrible word said about me. Every moment my has been broken, in my throat, and trampled on.
Everyone of those thoughts absorb into my being until I can’t stand myself.
Then other days, things seem brighter. I tell myself nice things and I remember the good things that have been said about me and I embrace them fully, because I don’t know when another bout of darkness will come and engulf me.