Sometimes I wonder why You saved me. Not in the eternal sense. But in the I-should’ve-died-last-Christmas-and-came-really-close-to-it sense.
So why didn’t it just happen? Why am I still here? And why do I keep feeling like I should be doing more, that I was created for so much more, when I hardly had enough energy to survive this weekend? Why is it that every time I feel like my health’s back to normal, something reminds me that I’m not completely okay? At least, not back to the way I was before. What is this half-life I’ve been living, where I can barely lift an amp? Or maybe I should stop defining my life this way.
