I struggle to hold myself up (to a standard, to an ideal, of self-care, self-respect, and protection of heart) But this is a slide that I have no power over. This force that pulls me - (yes, this very idea has gravity) - This force is unrelenting, gnawing, sneaky, persistent, not intentional or malicious, simply inevitable. It is a slow erosion taking a mountain out to sea when I look, and a great landslide swiftly collapsing when I turn my back. Where once, I hung precariously, I was at least secured in a temporary equilibrium. But now just one cord snaps and I am swinging, falling, a safety net not yet woven.