I know I'm nothing but a big coward now. A shell of my former self. My former little self who I miss so much, she used to run and climb and sing and dance and laugh and laugh and laugh, but she's not me anymore. I don't know when exactly I left her behind, or forced her out, or just buried her alive; but the important part is that I remember being her. I remember what it feels like to not be afraid.
Maybe next time I feel myself slipping away I'll remember to leave a trail of something more reliable and less palatable than breadcrumbs so I can find my way back.
