Confessions

I want to cry.

In front of everyone so that they can see that I’m not okay.

My mind has taken a sledgehammer to my knees and I can’t get back up.

I am not one of God’s strongest soldiers…

I am one of the wounded.

The wounded that likes to disguise their pain so that their loved ones are not fighting alone.

I want to run away from the battlefield.

You’re trained and prepped for this life but no one ever tells you how hard it really is.

Sleep deprivation…

Internal abuse…

Anxiety that keeps you in a chokehold…

The Man fucking you with no lubrication and saying that YOU asked for it.

I want to cry…

Every damn day.

I am drained and exhaustion is taking over.