Treading Water Between Two Versions of Me

Today’s one of those days where I’m really struggling. But I made a promise to myself to write something every single day—whether it’s to make myself feel better or to help someone else who might read it. But today, I just couldn’t find the energy—I didn’t even have it in me to press the talk-to-text button. Now that I’ve managed that, I’m trying to gather enough thoughts to write something. Some days are easier. Some days I can write five or six things and love them all. Days like today, though—I can’t even write my own name. It feels like Christina is barely keeping her head above water, and just when she takes a breath, the boy me pulls her back under. Saying that out loud, I guess it sounds darker than I realized. I didn’t think I was in that place today—but maybe I am. Still, I’ve been reading comments on my social media, and I’m blown away by how many of you take the time to read my ramblings, comment, and show support. I want you all to know how much I truly appreciate it