Tired of Traveling Alone 

Really, traveling at all.

It’s hard to believe how badly you can miss something you never had. Someone you never were with. 

The mind, stored only in a brain, enclosed in a skull can be such a prison. Our own thoughts debilitating us despite our bodies and basic needs and functions.

Held hostage in misery by my own overthinking. I’m so tired of living in this prison I’ve created.

I’m not supposed to be looking to be rescued but deep down I am. 

About bourbonbreathmom

No words can describe me;)
This entry was posted in addiction, anxiety, boy mom life, depression, lonely, Single mom, strength. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s