and to start, it feels like a black cloud hovering over your head, a weight on each shoulder, willing you to the ground, to break down. It feels like the most important thing in the world, all consuming, its thick in the air, always at arms length.
You fade into them
You give some of yourself up to take some of them
You forget you who you are
Until the will to move on brings you back up to your knees..
You are strong
You have worth, you are worthy
You are you, and you are beautiful
Remember who you are
it was just a bad day.