as i sunk deeper into darkness, the memories haunt me. the sadness stabs me like a sharp kitchen knife.

the anxiety floods my veins. cascading down my body. through my throat and into my lungs. my chest collapsing. my heart racing, out of control. my thoughts spiralling.

my therapist once said “when you feel your brain is like a carousel, remember this. “wherever there is light, the flowers will find it.”

my pulse slows down, my thoughts become softer and less sharper. my breathing settles.

“i will be ok.” i whisper to myself.