i go through the same cycle, again and again and again. picking up my weapons only to lay it down the moment i catch sight of the greatness of this battle.
like struggling against the currents as it beats down mercilessly, wave after wave. head bobbing up and down, and up and down. gasping and drinking it all in; the air, the oxygen, the water, the anxiety.
so. overwhelmed.
i need you to help my heart find its hope again.
