Drowning. It’s the only word that can accurately describe how I felt over the past year.
The water was coming from literally ever direction possible. The waves just kept coming in faster and faster, I didn’t even want to fight the waves anymore. My body was ready to give up and just drown. I could feel my lungs burning. When something just clicked, I was too young and must have a greater purpose. So I pushed back up from the sea floor and began to swim. The closer that you get to the surface the harder it is. After a very difficult week, I finally broke the surface. I can breath again.
Now all I have to do is get to the shore.