I can feel the darkness creep out of me. Where the looming thoughts of failure, infidelity, and the vastness of becoming forever lost attack me. I sit in my nightmare. And although there is light, I am surrounded by darkness. When even the sliver of light under the door; the hope, is just not enough.
When all I can really do is stare at my hands and pray for breath. Pray that I won’t be eaten alive.