On the Brink

Teetering on the formidable brink of spontaneous emotional weight, I venture forward into the unknown trauma which is lurking in wait for me. A warning is flashing in red “STOP STOP STOP – dangerous beyond this point”. Disregarding the alarm flashing in my head, I hold my breath and jump off the cliff dreading to discover what is at the bottom. I land in murky water teeming with  apathy, depression, anxiety and fear. I feel completely bogged down by the muddy morass of indecision. I am sinking, saddled with the ballast of my past pulling me down into the great unknown. Even though I struggle to maintain my equilibrium I am completely out of breath, fading into a kind, caressing oblivion. This is the last thing I remember before I cease to exist.