I’ve swam and survived in 1000 feet of water. I am drowning in two feet of water.

I forgot who I was, and I allowed myself to be a victim for the first time in my life because of you.

“They may have knocked me down, but they did not knock me out. With the fortitude I own and my annoying tenacity, I do not get knocked out.”

there are no “proper” or socially acceptable ways to feel desperation. But there is an area of the many shades of grey making up the colossus of desperation that only the people who have ever felt or been privy to its torture will understand the prose in my letter to you my dearest friend.