Slipping down an icy hill...
I've let myself slip into a bad state. I'm slowly working myself ragged just to have the strength to get out of bed in the morning, but I'm only hovering between living and existing. I am impatiently waiting for closure. Until then I must rely on everything I can muster to keep myself from sinking into the abyss. I know I will make it, but not before coming so close to the edge that I can bearly keep myself from falling off. I am exaggerating a little bit, of course. Hey, I'm a writer. This is what I do. Exaggerate for dramatic flare.