Most of the time, I am above it. Greater than.
Moved beyond.
Most of the time I am free from it, far removed, and lifted up by my triumph over the past.
Most of the time...
And then, without warning, it becomes all I know. It becomes all I am. It defines me.
I am this.
This is why I'm here. This is what I am for.
Less than a person. Less than an object, even. Less than.
The ripple effect is endless. And violent.
The insomnia will pass. I'll be silly and squirrely again. And I'll know better. I'll be free from it, far removed, and lifted up by my triumph over the past.
I'm not eight years old. And I'm not helpless. And I'm loved by someone who will choose to protect me. And I am more than this. It does not define me.
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