Slowly I feel myself slipping back into the endless darkness.
As each and every emotion and insecurity wash over in my head like a tidal wave.
I can’t help but say “I’m fine”
As if it’s a reflex to hold back my breaking heart.
It’s back to the tightly stricken throat as if a noose pulls on it and tears form in my eyes and I tightly shut them praying they don’t escape.
Silently waiting.
Body wound as if an attack is coming and I must prepare for the fight against the unknown enemy
I sink to the floor and curl with my knees close to my chest wishing it would all stop.
That my breathing would regulate.
I feel every crack and open wound of my soul pouring over me and I wonder how I have made it this far.
Don’t give in I whisper to myself.
Keep fighting…
You have come this far….
Tomorrow is a new day.
Beautifully Broken 
I can relate to this. Slipping back creeps up on you. However rising makes you stronger each time❤💞💕💕💯
You are absolutely right.