My phone says it’s 12:14 am on the 25th of January 2020.
Tears are streaming down my face. I have tried to stop them, but the liquid keeps pouring.
Everything else seems to dwindle by the minute.
I still feel like a fraud, especially in my job. I freeze. A lot.
I still don’t think I can do this.
By this, I mean life via adulthood.
All of a sudden, the dread deepens.
What if I never make it?
What am I truly useful for?
What have I started and finished in the best way?
Desire, why the hell are tears running down your face now???
What is your flipping problem?
Why are you so ungrateful for all you have?
How did you go from an optimistic, confident queen to this wimp you’ve become?
Why are you running away from everything? From everyone?
Where is your joy?
WHAT. IS. THE. POINT. OF. ALL. THESE?
Dear God, please answer.
At this point, the thoughts come.
I can’t even believe that they did and I am scared shitless, but yup, it happened.
Over the past few years, I keep asking God to bring an end to this world. The pain, disparity in and declining nature of life doesn’t come off as worth a grain of salt.
It’s different this time though- I want my world to end.
I’m just tired.
Of mediocrity (or even lower.)
Of feelings that I don’t understand.
I know my twenties are supposed to be tough and confusing, but my soul feels drained.
Maybe I am weak and quite frankly, I don’t care.
What I do know is that I thought about my life ending.
How is it possible to have love, feel love and still feel nothing?
This is a new level unlocked.
I have considered and made an attempt at going to therapy. Maybe I will eventually, but I don’t even want to hear the suggestion from anyone.
Oh, I still pray and read my Bible too, even more frequently than I have done over the years.
Please, don’t try to chip it in either.
This is is NOT the time, I promise you.
For the first time, I had suicidal thoughts. It may be hormones raging, but it was real.
I don’t think I want any soothing words.
The reason I put this ‘out there’ is because I believe I will come back to this, smiling and thankful.
I will be in a place where I see a young twenty-something losing her head when I am in my thirties (or older,) and I can show her this and it will help her realize that it gets better.
It gets better?
It gets better.
It is better.
It just has to be.