“But I broke my heart in a million ways
then I fell apart in a foreign place.”
We might even miss some features of the madness - when the lucid dreams disappear. So gripping, so emotional they were; a pain with such deep roots it feels like your soul is being torn apart.
It’s not that you don’t want to be well. But the draw of that emotional mania (hating to say I been there) is that its presence is so intensely felt. Cause - hey - when the madness is gone, what is there left? Silence? Calm? Well that at first just isn’t as much fun.
You have to rebuild. Conscious this time, knowing that the bricks do matter, where you put them too. And who you let into the house you have made. Even if that means kicking a side of yourself out.
Griff - I identify. I feel this. I get what you’re saying. Love love.
