Slipping.

Sometimes you know the white rabbit has his grip and is pulling you downward into the rabbit hole.

The length of days is longer; my resolve melting away. This demon, this depression taking hold and I’m slipping. My grip is weak as is my mind, body, and spirit. The hopelessness is all encompassing.

I just want to know… Is there hope? Will I stop feeling so broken and hopeless and empty one day?

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