Those Days

I've got so many days in my life when I cried so hard, I thought I won't never get out of that phase alive-vision was blurry due to tears, I couldn't catch sight of the light at the end of the tunnel I was in; barely breathing and too exhausted to go on. I even told myself that, that was it, the end of me. When people asked how I was doing that time, I just laughed, for words weren't enough to explain the situation- I just smiled and said I was doing fine, when in fact, I didn't know if they would see me the other day. Today, I remembered one of those times and managed to laugh, not because what I have went through was funny, but I can't believe myself that I am still here- kicking and breathing. My ''who-would-have-thought'' moment in life. I know, I still have days to face another sadness ahead of me, and I am aware that I will do those same things I had done before, for it is a cycle, really: I will get sad, will weep it all out th...