Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking.
Who’d have thought?
My thinking is against me.
It’s pulling at my arms as I try to run.
Stuckstuckstuckstuck
Stuck in the pattern
Emotional quicksand
Dragging me back under
Over and over and over and over and over
I can never escape
Never escape
The loop
I SCREAMED TO GOD FOR HELP
each time I gasp for air and get dragged back under
I don’t even know if I’m making progress
God give me a sign that I’m making progress
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 10:21 PM UTC
Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking.
Who’d have thought?
My thinking is against me.
It’s pulling at my arms as I try to run.
Stuckstuckstuckstuck
Stuck in the pattern
Emotional quicksand
Dragging me back under
Over and over and over and over and over
I can never escape
Never escape
The loop
I SCREAMED TO GOD FOR HELP
each time I gasp for air and get dragged back under
I don’t even know if I’m making progress
God give me a sign that I’m making progress
That’s slowly descended into madness