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