Been twisting in the wind for some months now.  Disinterest in all but the very necessary has crippled and caged me.  Desperate to escape the black hole that is my mind,  I reached out my hand.  Much to my surprise (and relief), several other hands reached to pull me out.  Slowly I'm emerging and returning to myself.

Why it happens is a mystery.  I hate the unexplainable but almost every part of me is just that.  My struggle will never end but its severity will vary with events and the passage of time.  Each time it happens I lose weakness and gain armor.

So much awaits my return.