My life has become a reincarnation of every yesterday.
Everyday is the same chore, only the dialogue appears to be changing.
Even that has become predictable.
I find it hard to sort through my mind.
A savor any moment of silence I can find. They are hard to find.
I feel as if I am losing myself.
I am becoming a stranger in my own life.
Every doubt is a judgment.
Every thought is plagued with guilt.
How can I be enough for everyone when I am not enough for myself?