I exist in a self imposed purgatory. Tormented by the past, I recoil with trepidation and dread at the potential of another day. My soul is crumbling like a sandcastle caught in the tide. Help me, hear me, reflect on my pain, so you might glimpse the fading image of the woman I was. You may even see my hopeless longing to find a way back to humanity.
A self imposed purgatory
{ November 3, 2008 @ 4:33 am }
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{ Poems or Saying, Uncategorized }
{ Tags: a self imposed purgatory, depressed, depressed person., Health, help, illness, Mental Health, Mental illness, Mentally, Mentally ill, NOT, person, surviving mental and emotional illness, Tormented }
