The glass is screaming.

The thin line supporting everything I am is struggling.

My problems,

My anger,

Every conflict I’ve ever encountered,

Adds unwanted weight to my life.

Another crack will crawl across the surface.

I will eventually bear too much,

Too many issues will suffocate me.

The cracks will meet and I will fall,

Along with the shattered remains of my past.

I will fall for a long time,

I will fall until I hit bottom,

Rock bottom.

From there,

I have two options.

I could give up.

Rot at the bottom of the chasm.

Or I could gather the most important parts of my life,

And take the difficult journey towards the light above me.

I used to actually be okay.

I used to believe myself when I said I didn't care about the way I looked,

Or how much I weighed.

I used to smile at the woman in the mirror,

And be proud of the person she had become.

But one day,

I looked in the mirror too long.

I picked out every flaw with my body.

Every pimple, every scar, every imperfection.

I made myself feel worthless.

I sat there for hours,

Crying,

Drowning in self inflicted hatred.

For the first time in a long time,

I stopped lying to myself.