Have you ever come back to realize that the decisions you have made are wrong? That you are now no longer standing on a stable slope, and what lies ahead may be a scramble up a steep, slippery slope of which the bottom ends in certain death?
It's time to start climbing again.
It's time to get help. It's time to hold onto a rope and pull myself upward toward the ledge I've crept over many times. I've been living in extended metaphors the last few days, most of them completely and utterly depressing and disheartening; nonetheless, here is one more:
It's time to learn how to walk, one step at a time. It's not something that can be done easily or quickly; rather it is a task that will take a lot of time: training specific muscles, watching my step, balancing myself carefully, and most importantly, grasping for the rails when I sense another fall.
I'm scared again, scared of things I never thought I'd fear, and it's my own god damn fault.
It's time to start climbing again.
It's time to get help. It's time to hold onto a rope and pull myself upward toward the ledge I've crept over many times. I've been living in extended metaphors the last few days, most of them completely and utterly depressing and disheartening; nonetheless, here is one more:
It's time to learn how to walk, one step at a time. It's not something that can be done easily or quickly; rather it is a task that will take a lot of time: training specific muscles, watching my step, balancing myself carefully, and most importantly, grasping for the rails when I sense another fall.
I'm scared again, scared of things I never thought I'd fear, and it's my own god damn fault.
belllla:
I hope things are on their way to the positive, my dear. 