Not Knowing How To Help
Zaira Abbas

I’ve been (probably still am) where your friend is. sometimes the most difficult thing to explain to those who are concerned with me is that I know I’m not ok, I know what I have to do to get better, in fact I try hard as I might to get up get out and do what I need, what I have to do, knowing that doing it will make me and everyone around me better.

And yet, like having a bent beam in the transmission mechanism between the engine and wheels; between the will to do, and actually doing, all that built up positive energy is somehow lost and I end up in the same place having achieved little more than waking up again, another day again, here we go again…

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