I have an overwhelming fog surrounding me.
It envelops me, wraps me in a dark haze to the point where I can't see anything.
It lies to me, saying that THIS is what I need, THIS will make me lovable, THIS will make me feel better. The fog is an old, misleading friend. The first time I met the Fog was in grade 6. It was there for me, wrapping me in a warm blanket, and helped me for some time.
Then it hit.
My life has been filled with things to get rid of the Fog, my personality made of mist.
The Fog is an old, misleading friend of mine, and I meet up with them sometimes still.
Copyright © Amelia Harrell | Year Posted 2018