It's hard. It's really hard. Especially when there's no control as to when the dark cloud comes and covers the clear blue sky.

It happens in a matter of moments sometimes. Other times it's just lingering in the background, just not strong enough to overshadow and cast it's dark shadow.

There are times where all I need is to hide from the world. Just lock out what is going on. Hide and gather myself. Quiet the anxiety and let the darkness wash over.

It's not a personal attack. It's just me. It's not an easy thing to understand.

Last night, your tears felt like you were throwing bullets at me. Just picking them up, one by one, and throwing them at me, slowly. Each bullet was like a reminder of how difficult it is for me to try and explain when no words can articulate how I actually feel.

My tears burned as I cried with you, trying to hide how I felt. My feelings sour. No words wanted to come out. My grasp on the English language gone.

It's not easy. I know. Just know that my soul does feel your pain as you feel mine.