The world is a dumpster fire. How could it possibly get better from here? Not just my small world. All of it. For a short while, I was happy. It felt like pieces were falling into place. That dark place was always in the rear view but I was moving forward so I tried to not give it too much thought. Now it’s like I’m realizing that my pieces were together on a flimsy foundation. It’s all falling apart and with it, my pieces. The dark place is breathing down my neck and I feel like I’m suffocating. On the verge of hyperventilating. I am suffering. The world is suffering. It doesn’t get better from here. Why bother? I want to be with the dark. Quiet and centered. Neither here nor there. I feel stopped and dizzy from the pace of all that is around me, speeding. I just want it all to halt abruptly.