Forlorn with grit

That word just resonates through my entire being. The quagmire's deep. It has this uncanny vicious quicksand effect. The more I try to struggle, the faster I drown. It's that point in time when it's so easy to forget who you truly are, what're your struggles for, why you keep on fighting in the first place. Pressure breaks the brittle. I'm not sure whether I'd be crushed and spewed out.

What I know, is that I will do what I have to do. All these while, I lived my life with some disregard for it. To have this latent fear suddenly creeping up to me is rather unnerving. I need faith most now. I need Him more than ever. I need everyone's assistance and prayers...

(ps: some of my earlier posts have been extracted out from public viewing)