It hurts to be… alive

The threat of dying gives life to living.

It hurts to feel happiness…

Your throat tightens.

You can’t breathe.

You can’t release…

The tension hightens.

Thoughts of the past rush in, building like a fever breaking.

Shortness of breath persists.

“Help!” I think I’m dying, but inactuality I’m living.

(Sometimes sadness feels like the cloak of death. In times like this we must battle to push beyond the cloud of meloncholy. It is a cloud in disguise as doubt, almost as dangerous as death itself.)

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