It’s like I’m in a whirlpool.

When in the circle I come back to reality. I realize how endless our situation is or may seem and my heart sinks under water. Back to the start.


However, when I manage to scratch my way out of the circle I am someone else. The old me. The one who felt free and dared herself to do things not because I didn’t feel so tight and caught, but because I just could if I put my mind to it.


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