Void

Dance was my second language. It was the way I could communicate when words failed me. No matter how ugly or clumsy I believed myself to be, when in dance, I could be described as nothing short of beautiful. My uncommon appearance could be overlooked as an angel took my place. Today, I danced. It was the first time since I became sick. But everything hurt. My muscles, my skin, my bones. My confidence. I don't know what to do with myself now. I don't even want to get out of bed anymore. Why bother? It all hurts anyway. Everything I do hurts, everything I have ever loved hurts. The only therapy I have access to is the reason I make the appointment. I just want to give up. I see no hope. I'm so frustrated. Stuck in this bottomless pit between depression and frustration. So tired...