My greatest feat today was defeating gravity. It took an extreme force of will to pull myself up to a standing position. This is becoming a frequent problem of late, viewing the room from the floor, grabbing at the furniture, standing what I see when I look at myself. Forgiveness comes in tiny doses. I think I need forgiveness to come in tiny pills. Or hugs. Hugs are good. So is a friendly ear.
Vicious cycles are bad. They swirl, spiral, leaving a trail of smoke in the direction of the earth, the mass that pulls on us all. I don’t want to be on the floor; I’ll be there in due time, but not now. I need to live.