Drugs. Alcohol.
Mental Illness.
Fear.

They have meant apocalypse for me, the end of a world I knew. I feel like a ghost lately, my existence dissipating with each tear, each nightmare, each wish. These new Four Horsemen have destroyed.
Still, despite my anguish, I’m still alive.
Just waiting on that new Jerusalem. Praying desperately for it.

Pray for me. Pray for us.