I know I’m not supposed to complain. I also know You won’t burden me more than I can bear.
Right now I’m entirely feeling my puny human self because I’m tired and I don’t know if I can carry on with the way things are any longer.
I’m tired of the bruises and the cuts and the bites and the scratches, the scars that they leave that are a testimony to the prison of misery I find myself in.
Yes, a prison… because I can’t leave.