Breadcrumbs
There's something about the human mind, an optimism or something, that makes us think, or feel on some level, that rock bottom is a one-time thing.
Despair comes, and it's horrible, and we are gripped with terror and hopelessness, grasping for something that will make sense, will help us find our way out. And we ( I ) realize we ( I ) have been here before, clinging to the idea that it would pass, get better...and it did, to one degree or another.
But the question nags: why didn't I leave a trail. Something to remind me how to escape from hell. Something I could encourage myself with when tomorrow seems an impossible idea.

















