Everyone fights their own battles. I fight mine when I sleep. I can redirect my mind during the day and refuse to think about things in my past that tried to break me..
Sleep does not give me that option. My mind seems to wanna do it’s own thing when i close my eyes to dream. Some days it’s an effort just to be …no matter how great things are in all other parts of my life..
There are times.. that the past drags me back into bed with it in an effort to destroy me. Engulfs me in sadness and fear. Taunting me.. Reminding me that I am nothing.. I am nobody.. .. and unworthy of love or kindness. .. Broken.. and Bruised….
It doesn’t last.. but it does happen. Last night.. was that night.. today .. is the morning after .. where I’m fighting just to be..