Breaking while walking

I'm breaking while I'm walking.
Through blurry vision, I listen and wait for a spiritual guide.
My legs are sore and everything is telling to rest.
Resting will be my grave.
That darkness that loneliness scares me now.
It's now more than ever that I need a voice.
A voice that will scream to keep pressing on.

My mother told me this would happen. There's a negativity that's craving to keep me in this Pitt. David went through this on psalm. God grounded his feet on a rock. God I need the same security you gave him. I need your light.

Last night was a true test. A test I failed. Not in my ED. In my marriage. Travis and I got in a fight. The negativity seeped into me and controlled my tongue. I did slightly mean the words I said. He does need to be more attentive. He does need to spend more time truly to KNOW me. I didn't mean what I was thinking. To leave him. The thoughts were just too powerful, and I sobbed. I told him I was trying not to let this thought bring me to purge. He goes, "Why do you need to throw up it doesn't do anything!" I cried and said, "That just proves what I've been trying to tell you. Travis since I told you about this problem, have you even done any research. You're so quick to research your next car, or trip. But you have no desire to understand me. If you truly lved me you would want to understand what I'm going through!"
of coarse we had people over and I was trying to go to sleep. We always have people over these days. Were never Alone anymore.