The wooden stairs leading from the back door have become my escape. To get away from it all, to think, to reevaluate my decisions. Leaving my friends and family behind, just for a minute to relax can change the way i speak and act entirely. Nagging and yelling and complaining stresses and frustrates me. But, my wooden staricase is gone. What do i do? Where do i go? Will i go insane? I'm falling down a neverending pit of unanswered questions. The problems i have don't go away, but only create more, piling on top one after another. Can someone help? Am i on my own? Time is ticking and i dont feel like im getting anywhere. Do you?
The wooden escape
November 14, 2010