Spiralling

All I have are questions and the interrogation runs on repeat a cycle like the tide dragging and pushing so I can never be still And the flailing effort to stay afloat leaves me too exhausted to find my feet for more than a second But that’s just long enough to remind me again and…

Silenced again

I wrote yesterday about how much therapy had unsettled me. It was strange, because during the session I felt OK, but walking home this awful gut dread caught up with me. I couldn’t work it out. It was making me want to start a fight with someone or scream. This anger gathered in me and…