It is as if manacles have been chained to my hands and feet, invisibly pulling me down. Every step becomes a mile. I feel my strength leaving me as I struggle ever more to get to you, a journey as hopeless as it is necessary. I already can feel it killing me.
What am I to do? Such a burden on my shoulders can not be simply cast off as I would a cloak. Neither is it a cross that I must carry upon myself for its origin is not mine. It is simply something I choose to carry in hopes of helping you someday.
Speechless, I cannot free you from the demons tormenting you. I wish I know what magical words can make this all go away, yet sadly there is none that exists. I can only listen and share the pain you hold inside. Please. Please. Please get better.
