You know you’ve felt it before.

That bleak, disturbingly strong sense of impending doom.

It sneaks up on you.

It makes you think you did something wrong. You are doing something wrong. You will do so many somethings wrong.

It catches in your chest, makes breathing hard, makes the thought of breathing even harder.

There is no ‘tomorrow’, there is no ‘it will be better later’.

There is only you, on your knees, praying to your God that there is a point to this all.

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