When I was younger my cousins and I played a game where we describe something, and then the others had to guess what you are. So I thought we could give it a try, what am I?

There’s an emptiness in your chest. An emptiness where fear and hurt reside. Fear of what, you can’t answer that, but the feeling is there. And how do you talk about something you can’t actually feel? It’s like you’re scared of what could be or what is. You’re scared of not being enough or if someone being able to do what you can’t.

The fear isn’t rational, there’s no signs leading to any of the scenarios you’re making up in your head, but still, you cry. You cry for 2 minutes...then 2 hours. People ask if you’re okay and you say yes because how do you talk about something you can’t actually feel?

This emptiness grows and aches until you feel like you could burst and then you just take it, because there’s nothing or no one that can help you. So you sit in the pit of darkness your body creates.

So... what am I?