[this is a long overdue post (February 25)…]

I wonder when I began to hate the rain.

It has been raining for the past few days as if to reflect the torrid of emotions  drenching me for these past few days. The nights are horribly cold, the warmth of the flame called hope that has been warming me for the longest time is being stifled, slowly, by the cold winds of despair as a dark, ominous mist descends blurring my vision of my future self that was once crystal clear to me.

My old optimistic self would never have imagine that I would land a foot in a pit of despair. Thankfully it’s just a foot but even though it’s just one foot, I can feel that this quicksand of despair is dragging me and will continue to drag me if I don’t do something about it.