I feel so small.
I have lost almost everything over the last year. My wife, my family, friends and possessions. I have been on the edge of suicidal thoughts. I sat in ERs with panic and anxiety attacks. I have broke down in front of my kids and strangers. Seen more counselors and doctors than I count. All the while just withdrawing into a shell of depression and hopelessness.
An ex of mine daughter has fought stage 4 cancer at the ripe old age of 23. Children go missing only to be found dead. I listen to podcasts about refugees who walk through hell. I sit quietly in a divorce support group listening to women who have been abused physically.
I have health. I am not bruised. I have freedom.
I feel so small