Honey, I'm home!

I've come to realize I need to empower myself, take control in many more areas. I have to stop being shit upon...move, weave, duck. I must accept myself, embrace myself, and if someone cannot love the true me, then -- fuck -- them. Carpe carpa!

Elephant on my Chest

You can't see her, but there is an elephant on my chest. She's rather heavy, her weight pressing down with careful precision. I cannot get her off. I cannot find the strength to do much more than simply breathe.

Breathing does not come easy. I must concentrate to get my lungs to inflate fully, to feel myself expanding with life. My mind is solely occupied with this one goal. Everything else is a distraction.

Distractions upset the process, upsets me. I snarl in response. I can only do one thing. Breath. Concentrate. Deep breathe in. Deep breathe out. Just breathe, until I get this elephant off my chest.

Her name is Sorrow.