Making friends with shadows on my wall...

I move forward, treading carefully. Assessing the fault lines; the red flags; the triggers, the trigger-happy destroyers, and the destruction left in their wake. I continually assess when and how to I should react; when and how to silently stand strong; when to retreat; and if and when I must run. But I can't always control it. What will set of the blaze inside. So everything must be reflected on, new findings factored in, continually assessed and re-assessed. I decide I will talk about what's happening, it helps. I'll weigh my options, for myself and those I love, it helps. I'll make contingency plans, it helps. I'll fear nothing. It helps.

Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown...

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell,

I know right now you can't tell.

But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see,

a different side of me.

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired.

I know right now you don't care,

but soon enough you're gonna think of me,

and how I used to be.

I just might be...