Time

Time exists for me in the form of many different emotions, all with different intensities.

Rejection
Terror
Self-hate
Hate
Love
Loneliness
Anguish
Doubt
Courage
Sympathy
Rage
Jealousy
Panic
Grief

The list goes on, but the minutes of my existence are counted by the vacillation of all of these and more. I feel damaged beyond repair. Who can love me if not my husband? I don't even know if I can anymore.