you can't break the broken

for the past twenty one hours I have been stalked and harassed.
my mentality almost broke. I almost fell completely apart. I almost went clinically-insane. I was scared, and almost panicked.

also within that time frame:
I was betrayed by the man I claim to be the love of my life. (I need you to protect me?! is that what you call drunk dialing my friend while a stalker was harassing me? nice to know you’re thinking of her instead.)
my entire world was turned upside down. both good and bad.
I got a job opportunity to travel and fight.
my health continues to be in a borderline near-life-threatening stage.

leading up to these last 21 hours:
a rare stream of bad luck happens to me. however, I remain positive and in high-spirits.
my health worsens. quickly and severely. my spirit did not break, and I fought through, alone.
in nine hours, I will have slept less than six hours in a 120 hour time frame. (I think an overload of antioxidants, vitamins, and drugs turned me into a temporary super-human)

and now:
I’m trying. believe me, I’m fighting battles no one but myself and God knows I’m fighting.

my body may be weak but my spirit is strong.