I’ve always had dreams of dark oceans and drowning ever since I was a teen,,, now I’m 36.
Losing people to suicide didn’t help the cause, We lost 3 of them in 1997, I was in yr 10. That feeling of drowning doesn’t go away the more I suppress it, that feeling seems to come back at full force when I least expect it. I was naive to think someone could save me, wasting away all of my twenties, on a man who would/could never love me back, forcing him to save me until he let go, letting me sink further. So here I am no longer a teen, no longer a love sick carefree twenty year old. In my thirties drowning slowly more so than ever, the irony of it all.

2 thoughts on “Drowning

  1. I can totally relate to that. I feel like I’m in quicksand and someone keeps throwing me a rope, then snatching it back.

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