The second to last stanza held a lot of depth, and how I interpreted it is that others pay and have that "work-out" as part of their daily routine, yet it's your existence, fighting to be alive when it shouldn't be this hard. Shouldn't take so much out of you.

This was not just a vulnerable poem, but showed such humanity in that question of wondering how we can help ourselves... it may seem like often, there are no permanent answers, no quick fix, no one solution that will soothe the pain completely. So we must find ways to grant ourselves some semblance of peace for the time being, to ease a bit of the weight.

Another part that really stuck with me:

"I talk myself down, make less of the pain
I’m okay, but this is what’s going on"

I FELT this. How we can invalidate ourselves, try to downplay our pain, when all we want is to be heard and understand and told that our pain is there. In some way, acknowledging it can be the first step to understanding it and how it seeps into our every day life.

Thank you for sharing this, so many emotions in this. Sending support to you! <3