Sometimes I feel like a fraud. Like I’m trying to be someone I’m not. Because I don’t really know who I am, or what I’m supposed to do.
Sometimes my thoughts take over like a runaway train. I used to wish I could rip my brain out. It sucks. But I’m learning to cope with it.
Sometimes I think everyone else thinks I’m crazy. Or maybe they’re the crazy ones. Or maybe we’re all crazy in our own ways – crazy from fighting our own battles.
Sometimes I look up at the sky and wish time would stop. But it doesn’t. So instead I take a deep breath and imagine every cell of every being fill up my soul.
Sometimes I ask the Universe to take my troubles away, so I can float across the calm ocean of life. It responds with endless waves crashing onto the shore. I learn to swim against the tide instead.
Sometimes I wish I were normal. But what really is normal nowadays? I know my struggles make me stronger. But how do you find the strength to get strength when you need strength to begin with?
Sometimes my words don’t make sense. That’s what happens when I let them run wild at 3am.