Have you ever felt water so hot it feels cold? That’s what it feels like to be me.

The momentary pinch of ice on the tip of your thumb. As soon as it’s felt it’s gone. But you know it’s not real, the water is hot. You turned the tap on yourself. It danced on your finger, almost teasing your skin, its feet gingerly tapped along.

Maybe we come so far in healing that we end up in the same place as before. I may walk in circles but I refuse to be lost.