Feeling like you’re teetering
On the edge of death
In a living purgatory all your own.
Afraid of everything and yourself
Stuck in perpetual drowning:
Can make you vicious.
Eager to survive,
As you die trying.
I scratched at anything solid
To pull free of mental illness.
Having succeeded,
And made amens
My demon no longer haunt me.
But the resentment of supporters
Stings at random.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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