Sometimes it takes an hour to open my eyes, perhaps three before I emerge from my cacoon of exhaustion and darkness.
Sometimes I feel full of purpose, and desire to take over the world.
Sometimes I am acutely aware of my emptiness, drained of all hope for reasons that I don't fully understand.
This is me.
I strive to live, to feel when it is painful, rise when everything pulls me under, and let the things I have fill me up to overflowing.
I stumble and I fall, but I'm alive....I'm alive.