“What’s wrong?” I am asked.
I contemplate how to answer that short, not-so-simple question. The split second it takes to process those words, I feel a variety of emotions sweep right through me.
Confusion. Anger. Helplessness.
Each feeling fighting against one another, all trying to gain ground over the warzone that is my soul.
What’s wrong? What’s wrong!?
How can I explain the vortex of emotions eating away at my sanity? That this calm demeanor I put on for the world is just that much closer to crumbling away.
That the breakdown I am so desperately trying to prevent, can happen at any possible moment.
Even right now.
My mouth opens, the truth of my pain on the tip of my tongue..
With a sigh I answer.