I feel like snapping. There’s a part of me that wants to give in—to turn away from the good in me, to surrender to the bad urges clawing at the surface. A part of me that’s fighting the rest.
God, why did You give us the ability to feel this way? To battle ourselves like this?
A part of me wants to sink into hopelessness. To believe that no one is here to save me. That I should just give up and watch my life pass me by. There’s a weight in my chest, a part of me that just wants to be a passenger.
I need to stop drinking. 🤦🏽♀️ I thought wine was harmless. Apparently, not all wine is.
Echo R.S 