Darkover
Archangel
- Jul 29, 2021
- 5,280
Waking up feels like being dragged from a place of peace into the harshness of reality, where the weight of existence crashes down as soon as the eyes open. It's like the world comes rushing in with all its demands, all its noise, and all its unrelenting pain, before you even have a chance to take a breath. The relief of sleep fades, and in its place is the overwhelming awareness of everything that's wrong, everything that hurts, everything that makes you want to turn back, to stay hidden in the quiet of oblivion.
Each day feels like a repeat of the last, an endless loop of struggle and suffering, where even the smallest of tasks, the bare minimum to keep living, feels like an insurmountable mountain. The cycle of misery seems to stretch on, with no way out, no reprieve, just the constant, gnawing reminder that you're trapped in this existence, one where happiness feels like a distant memory, something you've forgotten how to even recognize.
It's hard to imagine anything other than this: the pain, the exhaustion, the hopelessness. It's easy to forget that once, maybe, life felt different, felt better. But in this moment, it all blurs into an unbroken string of days, where waking up is both the hardest part and the cruelest. Every morning feels like starting over, only to be pulled back into the same hell, again and again.
Each day feels like a repeat of the last, an endless loop of struggle and suffering, where even the smallest of tasks, the bare minimum to keep living, feels like an insurmountable mountain. The cycle of misery seems to stretch on, with no way out, no reprieve, just the constant, gnawing reminder that you're trapped in this existence, one where happiness feels like a distant memory, something you've forgotten how to even recognize.
It's hard to imagine anything other than this: the pain, the exhaustion, the hopelessness. It's easy to forget that once, maybe, life felt different, felt better. But in this moment, it all blurs into an unbroken string of days, where waking up is both the hardest part and the cruelest. Every morning feels like starting over, only to be pulled back into the same hell, again and again.
