Desperation

Desperation seems to be the keyword somedays. Who am I? Who’s that sober man staring at me in the mirror? I just don’t recognise myself. It’s all a blur. I’m desperate for remission, forgiveness, support, comfort. And I don’t get any. Because I’m too proud to ask. I want to win this battle on my own, on my terms. I want to show everybody what I can do, my strengths and weaknesses, and defeat the monster inside me. When I can find my way out of this fog...