Friday, March 16, 2012

I wake up in the morning and I ask myself

is the meltdown over?

Some mornings I wake up fine.

Today I napped after the maid left and I woke up frantic with panic and worry and hate.

This is not me. This is somebody I am trying to lead out of this maze she's stuck in but I'm holding on to the thought that this is not me, that the calm, sensible me is still in control, still at the helm, still in charge... still looking after me.