For the first time in two years I feel dangerously close to the edge. I feel like I’ve misplaced my anchor. And I’m so terrified that one day I’ll just fall off and never find the strength to crawl back up. I just want to sleep. Or read. I don’t want to touch the piano.
Symptoms, symptoms, go away, please?
Brain. Let me off.
Everything is bad. Everything is black. Everything is just tinted.
I’m inhaling air, I’m not breathing.
And they think I’ve got it together.
Maybe I do need help.