finding hope when you’re wading through another’s mental illness

finding hope when you’re wading through another’s mental illness

There is this feeling of quicksand that slowly enfolds ankles, that creeps and grips calves and tugs down.  Sometimes harder than others.  A drowning of sorts. Struggling is futile. It only enrages the stuff and causes the tugging to yank harder, faster.  Until legs are trapped and torso is next. Yet acceptance feels more futile. […]