My ship went down in a sea of sound.
My ship hasn’t gone down. . . yet. But I feel like it’s going down. Honestly, I don’t even know what happened to me. I don’t know how I’ve come to this position. All I know it’s driving me crazy. All I know it has gotten me to emotionally dark places. It’s alarming because I don’t know whether I’d still be able to recover. Would my own anchor be able to get me back up? Is my anchor even still there? Did I even have an anchor in the first place? Or have I always been a walking travesty? I keep asking myself what would I do about this. I don’t even know where to start. I just don’t know.
Perhaps, I need a therapy.