Maybe It’s Fate

I would put a nail through my foot and into the surface beneath it if it meant that I could feel grounded.

I would anchor my mind to a place that never causes whiplash – no longer cycling through the constant states of emotional distress I have grown so familiar with. How nice it would be to stay in a reality of my choice.

Knowing me, though, I would miss my old, tumultuous mind after a while. In time I would likely remove the nail attaching me to this perfect new life and run as fast as I could from the safety and stability I once longed for so desperately. Perhaps I am fated to shift between misery and mania.