Strong

It’s like someone is strangling you from behind. But it’s slow, extremely slow and painful. You try so hard to fight it. Every day is a battle. How long can you ward it off? How long can you stand up to it?

The worst part is when you think it’s gone, you think you’re so strong and that you’ve been through too much to let it get to you.

It always comes back with a vengeance. It knows your weaknesses, it knows how to knock you down.

You think you’re strong and then a moment later your world comes crashing down. Each time you try to get up, it gets harder.

It’s dragging me down a hole. I resist and resist. I climb. I run. I keep telling myself I am okay, I am strong, I am enough.

It’s me. I am the victim and the perpetrator. I am strong and I am weak. I am my own worst enemy.