I'm still here, not much choice really. And so begins the work of trying to put the walls back together, to re-compartmentalize the pain and the shame into something that is manageable...

The search for a suitable distraction, something that will let me focus outside of me, anything to turn the lights off in this cold, hateful storage place where the demons are stored. Out of sight, out of mind.

So for now, I'll just make the motions, take the steps, and hope that I can build the walls back into place a little bit stronger this time.

Dear Ma' Universe,

I need your help. I'm drowning.

Yours always...