Her Sanctuary, Her Space

Last night, sadness slithered on my protective walls once again until it finally reached my heart and my soul. Because my strength was at the lowest level to begin with, there was no way for me to ignore its presence and block its entrance. It was persistent and I was defenseless, it only took me seconds to realize I was already overthrown; sadness won and now it reigns.

For the umpth time, I am back to this melancholic world. I have shed my tears but my heart is still aching; manic depression currently rips my soul apart. This situation is incredibly mind-blowing but I am used to it. I’ve tasted death so many times anyway…