The lies overwhelmed me and I fell into this darkness, without the strength to resist them.
Each time I thought I saw hope, and lifted my head, I got whacked back down like a mole in a whack-a-mole game.
Yet here I am. Still breathing. Starting to look for a way to resist the lies again.
How about you? How are you getting on? Perhaps we can lean on each other. You watch my back and I'll watch yours. Together, we might have a chance.
