I don't know what to call it. I want to break free from the fear. I feel the need to fight back against my darker half, my negative half. I feel the need to conquer and overcome it. But it feels pointless. Futile. Every day. Every hour. I'm swinging at my negative side, yelling at it to get away and let me be myself again. Free from the triggers, anxiety, mistrust, memories. "Stay away from me! Let me live again!", I scream. But it moves too fast, evades my strikes.
I know it exists. I've accepted that part. It'll be with me from now on, but I just want it to keep it's distance and let me live.
I know it exists. I've accepted that part. It'll be with me from now on, but I just want it to keep it's distance and let me live.