this is it

[librene]

For months, they have been passing through my mind, fleeting and unclear. Thoughts that I have spent a lifetime refusing to deal with.

I feel like I'm going insane, the panic attacks, the bad thoughts are impossible to control. I'm trying to fix the symptoms, I need to cure the disease. I need to stop running away from it.

I feel I am on a precipice, I will leap, and everything will be different after words.

I just need a little more courage.