A hurricane wrapped inside a chrysalis 💙

Earlier today, I read something like " perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it's because we're so dangerously close to wanting nothing." I felt that. So i figured that perhaps the reason I try so hard, work so hard, the reason i do my best even when it's the last thing I want to do is because somehow I always manage to convince myself It's better than the alternative. It's better than giving in, better than letting the hurricane catch up and consume me whole. I tell myself that I have to hope. I have to want. I have to look forward to something, because i don't like who I am when I've given up. When I'm beaten to the pulp. My friends have often heard me ask myself numerous times if I'm damaged or broken. Am I? If the answer is yes, can one truly come back and recover from that? Maybe. Maybe not. I hear the phantoms grounding in my ears. My heart is beating out of my chest. The sound is deafening. One can only run from their ...