Every other moment I feel like I’m falling apart.
So many things pile up around me, trembling hands seeking the mundane rituals of survival. I’m even loosing my grip on the day to day.

Control, control, control
Escape, escape, escape

Frustration: my creativity blocked, my understandings shaken, little anxieties become huge, questions of life become less broad strokes of future planning and more immediately urgent.

Suddenly aware of how: small, lost, and stupid I am.