Well I did it. I fell. Into the abyss I’d been fighting. Leapt, actually. Free fell. Fell freely. Phoenix in flames. Checked myself into the hospital on December 8, 2014 for a month.
Exactly what I needed to do.
Still may lose my house. May go bankrupt. May whatever. I going in the right direction now. Soaring? Sometimes. Phoenix haltingly fluttering from wire to wire. The crows are annoyed. I don’t care.
Tonight I stood in the cold and looked up at the stars. The moon. And I wasn’t alone. Across the Atlantic, a friend watched with me. And I can breathe again.