I wish I could sleep deeply enough so that fears and worries would wash from my mind, leaving me to enjoy pleasant dreams and meaningful rest. And I wish I could wake fully enough for the pleasant thoughts, the treasured memories, the plans for the future to hold my attention.
But I am caught somewhere between the two, facing the worst of each state, hoping I can fight my way to the light.
The healer’s potions haven’t helped. What I need is the ability to breathe clearly, and the desire to face food, so that I can regain the energy to walk the lands and seek out the best of my life.
I’ve been this way for too long. I have to fight to re-find who I am, to reclaim my life and my mind and my heart.
I haven’t been able to move for far to long. But in my heart and soul, all the feelings are as they ever were. I’ve not given up or given in, never doubted or forgotten.