I am having a rough go of it. To constantly be in physical pain is wearing not just on the body but on the soul. I have been in that dark place for the past several days. The one where I was before I had The Princess. Where I almost.....
I don't like being here. I don't feel I have a reason to be here. I have amazing work to do now that I love. I enjoy my job. The Princess is in good health. I have all the reasons in the world to be content and happy and for the most part I am. Except....
Except there is this shadow that is following me everywhere that I battle with constantly. If I let vigilance slip that little voice that seems so innocent, that is so deadly sweet whispers in my ear like a Siren promising ease of pain and freedom from worry.
On the outside I seem so confident, determined and cheerful. And usually I am. But it isn't so solid. Inside there are cracks. But I can't fall apart. I don't know if I have the strength to pick the pieces up anymore.
