I'm scared. and I am awfully frightened.

I thought life had moved on when the day had ended three weeks ago.
I thought finally I could actually breath again.
I thought this bleak weather in my life would take a turn.
But you still find your way back.

I don't know how much despair I could still take.
This life of mine is so screwed I can't find a way to walk around it without hitting something else.
It's so exhausting trying to keep up with this charade when madness still rages on.
I've moved on and released my grip onto my past.
But why does it still come back to haunt me?