Denial

During the first few months of this new stage of my life, I found it impossible to get out of bed, my bones ached, and I had a strong desire to sleep for the next 100 years. There is no denying a broken heart can cause a lot of pain. We deny that we're tired; we deny we're scared; we deny how badly we want to succeed in our lives and most importantly we deny that we're in denial. We only see what we want to see and believe what we want to believe. And it works. We lie to ourselves so much that after a while the lies start to seem like the truth. We deny so much that we can't recognize the truth ... right infront of our faces.
Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. And when the dam bursts all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage. Not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired. We are scared. Denying it doesn't change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial, and face the world head on, guns blazing. For the record, I haven't been crying for years. Am I living in denial? When the dam burst, I'll know - whether or not I can stop crying.
'Denial. It's not just a river in Egypt. It's a freakin' ocean'
So how do you keep from drowning in it?