It’s funny how a minuscule flickering lack of mental judgement at a choice moment can start the roll.
Over a decade of confusion as to why? Fighting to understand through those deep stifling mists of anxiety and hopelessness…
Clambering out of the hole I’d dug in my head took years. Eventually I did it, blindly grasping through the clouds towards control until it became a part of me once again.
I was happy it had all stopped; but then to actually clamber back to where it all started, well I doubted it was worth it or even possible?
To me deep down, despite it all ‘place’ was still the cause… and I knew I’d never go back.
What if this path took me back to the beginning, back to being lost all over again?
Buckling under the weight of 15 years; one foot infront of the other towards my last fear…
… and the clouds clear, I take a breath.