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.