Stop.
Sometimes I really just want everything to stop.
I want life to slow right down and let me catch my breath.
Is it normal to feel that even when you’re doing nothing, everything is moving too quickly and fast becoming something you can’t control?
Sometimes I feel like I am suffocating and paralyzed with a ominous feeling deep in my belly that nothing is ok.
That nothing will ever be ok.
This darkness is at times replaced with indifference, recklessness and the almost narcotic like feeling that I don’t care about anything or anyone, anymore.
At times I am hopeful and reside myself to the idea that life does, in fact, have a plan constructed for me that will bring me happiness.
Although I find the idea that I may need to be truly happy within myself before life can actually make me happy somewhat concerning [alarming?].
That notion is terrifying.
I suppose it all comes back to taking it one day at a time, doesn’t it?
