Kam
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The Secret Life of an American Housewife
Part I The Gun “How was your day?” His voice had to travel a million miles to reach me. I tried clawing my way closer for months, but I was tired. Tired of trying and tired of having to. Everything about the world around me had become less and less focused and I was lost in the blur. My heart ached and I wanted the pain to end but I wasn’t sure it ever would. I wanted to get better but, also, I didn't. I just wanted to be done. I didn’t know how I got this far, but it felt as though my old self had dwindled down to just a fleeting idea. How could I explain something to others that I, myself, couldn’t understand? I felt like I was at the bottom of a pit screaming and screaming with no sound coming out and then realizing that I was too far down for anyone to hear anyway. Helpless. Hurt. Alone. Scared. My body ached with the struggle. There was a strong force pulling me further away and over time the force either got stronger or I got weaker. Either way, I had no fight left. I was starting to find comfort in the darkness, the pit became familiar. I knew what to expect now. There was a sense of relief when I stopped fighting.
By Kam2 years ago in Confessions