The day. I don't remember where I was, or what I felt. It feels like a dream. But I do remember being broken. Shattered. Tired. The type of tired that sleep can't fix. Though I'd tried. Sleeping was escaping from reality, and even though it helped, least for a little while, the feelings came back. Eventually, they always came back. Tiredness. Anxiety. Sorrow. I couldn't do it anymore, so I decided: I will be okay. I promised that to myself, and I am still living by that promise. I will be okay, some day, somehow. I don't care what it takes, I don't care how long it takes. I just need to be okay again. I need to remember what that feels like. And I will. I know that I'm a strong enough person to be okay. I know I can do it. It takes time, and it takes courage. It takes strength. But I will be okay. I promise.

- Me