An image of being underwater, the surface just above you, water filtering down into the depths. I hope you weren't hydrophobic. Sorry.
What’s a metaphor? It’s for cows, silly.

If I fully let down the barriers I have built up over many years to protect myself, I would literally collapse into a puddle of tears and exhaustion, weeping and crying non-stop for hours, even days, as the pain of my soul would just burst forth again and again and again.

So I keep the barriers up.

The barriers act like supports to help me function. Without them, I would dissolve into the sea of misery and pain, that ocean of existence where I can feel everything everywhere all at once.

Sometimes I am so tempted to do it, I really am, because I wonder to myself whether or not if I survived it, I would be a stronger person, but I don’t think I would, because that ocean is massive, and one small person can be lost so easily in such an ocean, never surfacing, never touching solid ground again.

So I keep the barriers up.

.Red

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