This post is part of a 9-part guest blog series whose author wants to be known as J.J. Moore. I hope you enjoy it. :)
I am in so much pain and I can’t even talk to anyone about it. I can’t explain it. I can’t talk. I am just here, stuck in this cycle of suffering and slow dying, alone. It’s like every day my chest and my lungs are filling with cement.
It’s getting heavier and heavier to breathe or pretend to exist. I am tired of emptiness this deep. I am tired of this fear; always afraid of falling short and indeed always falling short. I am tired of being afraid of letting it all go so I can finally be free, so I can breathe. I desperately want to, need to breathe.
When have you not been a miserable island? When have you not been lonely, you poor passionate soul? You feel the ache of loneliness harder, now that you know that you are not enough.
-J. J. Moore