What weighs you down so much? It's as if you have taken the weight of the world upon those shoulders. You are not meant to live this way. The heaviness you brutally carry is only from you; you have placed it there as some form of self-harm.
Don't you feel its damage and destruction? Don't you want to experience the liberation that comes from being able breathe again? I know it's utterly dejecting to feel so trapped. It's like running through a maze in the pouring rain. You can barely see each step you take. You trip and fall, wiping the rain from your face but it makes no difference. The more you wipe your face, the more the rain batters you and your eyes sting as there is no respite. You keep hitting dead ends and run around in circles, coming up against wall after wall.
You fall face down and eat the dirt. Coughing and spluttering you try to stand but your legs are jelly. It's as if you are loaded with bricks on your back.
It's hopeless.
It's helpless.
It doesn't have to be this way.
It doesn't need to be so utterly devoid of light. The light is attainable. It is within grasp of your cold, weak hands.
There is hope.
You're not helpless.
Peace. x
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