there is no saving the sinking ship.

Like clockwork, October comes and the wind is deep and chills me to the center - the sadness wipes me clean. Erases everything I had worked so hard to maintain... and I'm back to square one. It won't seem so strange anymore, to watch me struggle. I find reason inside that tells me I have so much to be thankful for, so much to be happy about... it never wins over anxiety. I love my life so much and I know how much harder it could be - but that doesn't make how hard it IS any easier to cope with. I fight against the tide, and hope for the best. October is usually the start of my defeat, and the leaves fall around me and I am yearning. If you could fall in and out over and over and never fall so hard you broke, I wonder if you would. I wonder what the thrill holds, that the security does not. I wonder a lot these days, about this and that and what if and what not. It's only the start of something terrible, once my head gets wrapped up in those. The whatifs and whatnots and howcomes and maybes. Some time far from now, I will look back at the cold and think "it never lasts" .... my body is a waste land of emotions, and I am an open sore.