Talitha cumi

When I was a child, I don’t remember feeling too sad or depressed. I don’t remember drinking coffee and having migraines; suffering from stress and poring over heavy duties or responsibilities. I don’t think I visited the hospital or went for counselling therapies as much as I did now. I cannot recall dealing with people who would lie to you, cheat on you, stab your back in an instant, abuse you, torment you, and change on you for no good reason. I’m a zombie by day and I lay awake at night. I’m still trying to find that breaking point; to find within myself that child I once was.