Sometimes I feel afraid to talk because of the hurt my words could cause.

Sometimes I feel afraid to write for fear of being reprimanded.

Sometimes I get tired of thinking because my brain spins ideas around for hours until they become a tangled mess and I can’t find my way out.

Sometimes I want to shut it all down, to give up, walk away, and pretend that I don’t care anymore.

Sometimes it feels that any step I take in any direction will only lead to criticism.

Sometimes I feel that the worst thing I can do is stand still.

Sometimes it feels like all the thoughts that I have are wrong and that I’m moving in completely the wrong direction and whatever actions I might take or not take are literally of no consequence and that writing about them is a complete waste of time.

Sometimes I just want to crawl inside myself and forget about the rest of the world.

Sometimes it seems like I’m being ask to listen, stand up, dismantle, take a back seat, be ashamed, focus on myself, and give everything I’ve got all at the same time.

Sometimes I know that I am not enough.

Sometimes I don’t have any more to give.

Sometimes I feel like all I do is complain when I know that I’ve got it the best of all.

Sometimes I know that I’m centering myself, being fragile, and taking things personally when I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help it.

Sometimes I feel all of these things at once.