Writing doesn't really offer me an escape, but it can help prevent my mind from scratching itself raw

 

It feels like walking a tightrope without a safety net,
and it's taking absolutely everything in me trying to keep the balance.

Repeatedly, I fall. I break.

Collapse to the ground like a house of cards.

 

 

Then I have to start all over - rebuilding myself from scratch.

Over and over again.