There comes a time when you know you can’t possibly take anymore. Where you’re 6 feet from the edge and you’re thinking “maybe 6 feet ain’t so far down.” There’s a time when you feel yourself break in all sense of the word. Where emotions break free and you just drown in the everlasting tidal wave. The surge takes you under and holds you down until you can’t breathe. You can’t hold you’re breath anymore and all you can do is scream. There’s a time where that cliff that you’ve been on for so long decides it time. Time to start crumbling beneath your feet. And you feel the land give. Your knees buckle. And you’re falling. The time where that rage and hurt you’ve been holding on to for so long just bust loose. And its too late.

When it’s that time. You know it. And that’s when you either find your last wind. Or say goodbye with your last breath.  After all. “Maybe six feet ain’t so far down.”


About Preslee

I am diagnosed with Bipolar 2 Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, Panic and Anxiety disorders, and PTSD. I write about my own personal experiences and thoughts.

Posted on March 1, 2015, in Life. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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