To the woman with a dying heart
Ive been there. I have shriveled away into that swallowing black hole of depression. I know the choking back of tears, the suffocating weeping, the gasping of air that slowly strangles a heavy heart. the deterioration of hope. That gut-wrenching torture of feeling significantly insignificant. To wake up every morning to the painful irony of darkness. The physical and very real ache in your stomach reflecting immense emotional agony.
Im no stranger to mascara stained pillows and lonely movie nights and sticking my head in the freezer to un-swell my puffy eyes. I have felt purposeless. I have felt shame and deep regrets. I have lost myself. I have felt wholly and utterly unloved.
Ive made bad decision after bad decision punishing myself for my unworthiness.
By SHANNON ANDERSON
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