This is me. I am so lost in my own bubble I can hardly breath. It warps my vision of my self and my life. I cry and rail against it. I beat my fist against the walls in silent frustration. I want to burst this bubble, but I am so afraid of the fall.
My world is changing so fast. I want my children to stay and never leave. I don't want to be their Pooh Bear.
I want my husband to love me like he did when we were young. With passion and pride. I want to know we can continue to grow and make our dreams come true.
I want dreams. I want to be more than this existence. I want to write my words and make the world feel something.
I'm paralyzed, frozen.
This is me reaching out.