We treasure that which hurts us most.
the greater the sacrifice
the deeper the wound
the darker our desire to take the hand that wields the knife.
—
Turn out the lights. Close your eyes. Listen.
And then tell me.
Will you struggle?
I'm hoping you will.
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D'jaevle, Struggle
I stumbled across your journal. It didnt take much more than reading the first post, which was then Breath in and Breath out…
Over the last week, I have read nearly every post preceding that one, and listened to most.
Your posts have made me feel lost in a fog, reaching out for something, but not being able to touch it. I feel blind almost.
And worse, I felt I should tell you.
Thank you.
struggle.. indeed. i always struggle..before giving in , again– over and over.. i dance the same dance.