I do get in a slump, more often than I'd like to admit. It gets tiring to pretend I'm doing fine so I don't hear things I hate.
But in another life, maybe I'd still be sick. However, I won't be treated like trash and can speak up, knowing that the truth will never be hidden. There is less to no corruption, and I don't have to fight for justice.
In another life, I have many cats and my dog Tungsten. In that life, I don't depend on anyone but myself. In that life, I am happy; I am free.
Because this life continues to suffocate me, and I hate that fighting is my only option. In this life, the only ones making me make it through are creatures who can't speak words but know just what I always needed. In another life, I can be enough. One day, maybe I will be too. For now, I'm not, and I wish I could give more than just food and treats and a bit of belly rubs.