Pandora's box
I opened the Pandora’s box. And not surprisingly, I wasn’t ready to face what was to come. All the pain and hurt surfaced and I cried my heart out in grief. Maybe it’s a good thing, so I can face what I have been numbing for so long with another mean. It is like I am stuck in when whatever happened back then. Time is passing me by. Everything is changing around me but I am still here. No matter how hard I have grieved, the pain wouldn’t go away. It is like my body is filled with grief, pain, and fear wrapped up with anxiety. I still wake up each morning hoping not to. I still spend all of my money like there’s no tomorrow. I am no more hopeful than a drunk.