Spiral

Too much, I crumble

Too little, I wither

Give me a moment

I swear I’m no quitter

I’ll break off my legs

Burn my soul to the ground

To make sure my day

Is completed, profound

Inside I’m dying

Perfection a curse

But giving I live for

A must or I burst

Got to be the best mother

Got to be the best friend

Got to be the best writer

Wife, lover, no end

Healthy, I doubt it

Goal achieving is key

Got to fill me up somehow

To make you believe

Believe in how wonderful

How achieving I am

How smart and how worth it

Yours till the end

Therapy Leaves Me Broken Every Time

Therapy doesn’t work like I thought it would. I don’t leave a session crestfallen, but broken, memories on the surface of my mind. But sometimes you need to rebreak something to heal it right. Sometimes the hardest part of healing is rewiring your brain to love yourself.