and to you it’s just words.
that they are proud of my progress,
I hope someday that my first reaction is
not to slip into regression
just to prove to them
that I still hurt.
Moving from a depressive phase to a psychotic phase is like thinking you’re being dragged into a manhole full of starving yet surprisingly agile alligators and instead it’s filled with cotton candy that has teeth but no ability to bite.
sometimes I am wading deeper into the water and sometimes I am drowning. everything is too much and I wish I could just learn how to float