Full Circle

Ocean. 

Not drowning. 

 But uncomfortable in a familiar way. 

Fought it off so long. The thoughts, the voices, the constriction. 

Bottled it up. The unexplainable tears, fighting back the breakdown. Giving in to the tears but not knowing why. 

It hurts. 

Too many days getting dressed in front of the mirror maybe. 

Too many days ignoring the voices but not battling. 

Feeling sick. Want it all out. 

Wish being sick would make it go away. 

But that's another drop in the ocean isn't it?? 

Full circle. Drowning but not yet.