The Weary Warrior

Have you ever cried so much for so long that you ran out of tears? Did you even know that is possible? I sure do. Many others know this as well. When emotional and/or physical pain relentlessly overpower you day after day, you are left feeling helpless fighting against the undertow.

It's in those times you desperately want to scream out for help. You want to yell as loud as you can, “SOMEONE SAVE ME PLEASE!”. But every time you try the water rushes into your mouth and you can't speak. Once again, the panic sets in and it feels like you're drowning without any way to signal your desperate need for rescue.

So you just sit there staring blankly ahead into the world but not really focused on anything. Disconnected. And think to yourself, “I just want this to stop. I'm tired. I'm weary. I don't want to do this anymore. This hurts too much. Just breathe. This will pass.” along with a million other little thoughts like that.

It's almost impossible to feel true freedom when you're a prisoner of your own body and mind. An unwilling participant, at best, in a twisted game resembling something so diabolical only Stephen King could have designed. What a cruel twist of fate, to live in a country that is promoted as “the land of the free” while you're sitting there saying, “Yeah well, It's hard to feel free when your body is your prison cell”.

Some days, we will slay giants and dragons returning home victorious from battle; some days our victory is simply making it through the day. On those days;
"Rest easy,
my fellow Warriors.
You will fight again tomorrow
and the day after that
for the battle is not over
and there are more giants
and dragons
for us to slay." #wearywarrior #ChronicPain #LymeDisease #ChronicIllness #Fibromyalgia #iamworthy #stillawarrioronharddays #mightypoetry #Depression #Anxiety #Bipolar #ChronicFatigue #cancersurvivor