By Adreanna

It’s an addiction. A compulsion. An uninvited guest to the party who doesn’t know when it’s overstayed its welcome.

It scratches at the pit of my stomach, trying to bring me back to the place I fought like hell to free myself from.

It demands sustenance at my every turn.

It aims to consume me; pleasing other’s it’s only concern.

Never quite sure where the line between helping and overextending lies.

I’m terrified to help out of fear that it will arise.

I constantly mind the line.

Praying the tether to my self-compassion holds secure.

So that I don’t slip into the darkness.

Self-awareness, the only cure.

Daily writing prompt

What was the hardest personal goal you’ve set for yourself?

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