Prologue:
Into The Blue
It drags me under again, that sinking in my chest. My mind races and my past begins to dig its way up again. Tears fall and my body racks with sobs. I'm sinking into the blue again.
Once, twice, three times a week. Sometimes even a day, I cry as it pulls me under. It wasn't always like this. But something triggered it, and then began my descent into hell. The feeling of abandonment and loneliness fueled it. Now it flips on like a light switch, with such ease. Over simple things.
Nowadays the pain is sevenfold. Warm smiles and reassuring words can't save me now. Only two are able to talk me down. My best friend. Kindred souls we are. We lean on each other. And my love, my savoir, my reason for living. We talk of mothers and fathers, and family pasts. Of fear so strong it prevents us from exposing who we really are to others. That is, except to each other.