I’ll be okay.
I tell myself okay is better than horrid.
There are volcanoes erupting inside me,
but the worst has come and gone.
Picking up the pieces,
melted debris,
to build again.
Maybe this time it won’t be mountains out of molehills.
The anger and pain have to escape somehow,
so they become a geyser of emotion.
I sobbed like Demeter losing Persephone every fall,
and wondered if my tears would bring on new seasons.
My tears could spring the gardens of Babylon.
My jaw hurts from forced smiles and holding back my pain like a dam.
It’s a slow trickle in letting go,
but I’ll be okay.
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Josey Pickering
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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"I sobbed like Demeter losing Persephone every fall," I especially loved that line. Hope writing this made you feel better. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Let it all go. The people who love you will catch you
Yes you will be. I love you.