“Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.”

I thought recently that so far I was always writing in here when I was deep in the rabbit hole. However it seems that some time ago I have divided myself. There is the mad me and there is the one that claws her way out every time I fall in there and tries to BE in the real world. We know very well about each other; hell – we sometimes even have a silent chat. Most of the time we ignore each other (as you do in every healthy relationship).

So yes – that’s me, the other me, with scratched hands and broken fingernails – but that’s this me that doesn’t have time to be (this much) mad. Or (this much) sad – for that matter. I guess that’s a sort of improvement. This is also that me that doesn’t have time nor wants to write in here. This is that me that stays silent (another healthy choice)…


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