Entity

Until then

I'm not exactly sure how to move forward,
Though I wasn't sure of any outcome.

Even now there are days,
Many days were I feel blue.

I awake from slumber to stare blankly at beige walls to decipher if my mental state can even handle going on about my day.

My moods are high,
My moods are low.

For a fact I know I am stuck in a state.

A state of "ehh",
It's distasteful.

Displeasing to the grain of what I thought was content.

Thoughts on thoughts,
Onto stern words that stand firm.

Back and forth,
Forth and back.

My moods are swinging frequently.

My anxiety feels as if it's going to swallow me whole from the inside out.

So many days where being in another's presence is exhausting.

What am I suppose to do to feel better?
How can I feel better?
When will I feel better?

All of these questions racing heavily upon my mind.

Though, weeks later I have started to feel like myself again.

I've become quite content with the fact that my mother and I no longer speak.

Never would I have imagined such an outcome.

But I know as time passes by,
Eventually wounds will heal and scar over.

And then there will be nothing left but a mere memory of something so distant.
Em.