My grief runneth over.
It bubbles from my chest before becoming my unwanted shadow.
It follows me very closely everywhere I go, much like my depression. Grief and Depression are the best of friends, plotting the perfect moment to swoop in and knock me down.
Sometimes they get me for a day. Sometimes a week. Sometimes longer.
I’m on my back again, like a turtle trying to right itself.
G & D always cripple me during the times when I need to be on, when opportunity runs high. Maybe fighting them is why I succeed. Fighting them is also why I fail.
Today, I am crawling.
Why do I keep fighting? Because it’s the only choice.