Reality Dysphoria

I don't recognize my existence. I feel an inescapable wrongness to my life. I feel trapped in a web of lies, submerged in an ocean of distortion. I will thrash until I emerge into a new reality of my own making.

Prayer parts my sea of suffering, an entirely new experience for me. It is a tool I will use to stay afloat. I ask and I hope she will be okay, because I care for her more than I care for myself. It soothes me.