It seems I’m in a loop
I create new shelters
Shovel clear a new path after each storm
I ******* new boots
But each path I walk is desecrated with time
And the shovel gets heavier
And the boots get tighter
And my joints are stiff
And I wonder how long I can do this
I wonder if the stable eras are worth it
If I survive another one does the me from before still survive
Is she proud?
Mental illness, anxiety, finding purpose