I'm falling.
Falling like Alice down a rabbit hole.
Except this isn't Disney.
I don't make it to a magical world.
I hit hard ground.
But
I do not cry as stupid Alice did.
I do not let my tears almost drown me.
I stand.
I walk to the side of the hole.
And I climb.
It's hard.
It hurts.
It's worth it.
You are allowed to be Alice sometimes, but remember Alice is not going to get you to wonderland. You have to do that yourself.
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hospital for the broken
RandomA book of advice and hopeful thinking for those who have lost hope