All Is Not Lost



The idea is to share words written in the moment as I felt them, then or now. Share writings from my journals without any filter. Words I spent time writing to find whatever I was looking for or still looking for. In no particular order or category.

March 8, 2015:

It’s been three months since I was forced to navigate myself through darkness. I walk along side with my demons whilst bathing in self-doubt, fear and despair. Sleep is my escape. Food my prescription and abuse. All to not feel. Tears are my proof of pain as I release it all out. Despite every heavy moment, I redeem myself with positive reinforcement, my mind as my weapon. My heart as the source of all good and pure. Hope reinsures that all is not lost.


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