“The hours tick by as I lie in bed.
Memories keep surfacing, tormenting me into unbelievable sadness. I can’t bring myself to move. I can’t fight the memories that keep filling my thoughts. I stay curled in the fetal position as each memory plays out. I can’t stop them from coming. I can’t make them go away. Nothing can distract me. I can’t block the memories, so they continue to come.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
“I’m being pulled under – father and farther from the surface. My lungs continue to scream for air. Panic is building inside me, threatening to combust. I can’t break free.
Help! I can’t break free!
I open my mouth to scream.”
Credits to: Good Reads
