She is leaving without moving. She is acting without consciousness She is speaking without identity She is destroying without awareness She is gone, and still poisoning. She is my family, And she is destroying her own. And I can do nothing. Nothing.
I know, “It could be worse.” That is true, but my feelings are reasonable and legit. Looking at others with pity has never lifted me up, what keeps me getting up over and over is knowing that their is a better out their for me, a better I deserve. Whether it exists in another income bracket, another country, or in my own creativity, the only way to get there is to keep going. Sometimes it means I slow down to care for myself, but I never stop permanently. You shouldn’t either.