mental health

The beginning of the end

The day looked perfect. Serene. The clouds seemingly fluffy marshmallows. The water warm and inviting. Pensive. She knew what she had to do. Rip the bandaid. But that is never as easy as it seems. And the day was so perfect. Her day was photoshopped.

She wondered how she would take the perfect day and turn it bloody. She sighed. It’s hard when you know it’s the beginning of the end. And that a hatchet will be required. Got to breathe in the beautiful air and exhale the nerve agent. It was time.

1 reply »

I welcome your thoughts

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s