[Written: 2025-01-02]

It happened; I broke down. Now my only choice is to move forward. I analyse the different parts of me that make me me. My mind; my body; and my experiences.

My mind overthinks and resolves; stopping my body in its tracks.

My body hibernates and repairs itself; stopping my mind from experiencing anything new.

My experiences fully entangle my mind; and takes it’s capacity for anything else.

I understand that these three parts of me are separate things; almost living their own lives each. They come together as one in the form of me at different points; they (and I) are perceived one way by some; and other ways by others.

Each interaction I have with a person; group; or even myself sends a part of me onto a new and changing path; and so the particles of my inner self are on a course to collide with each other; with me. My highs and my lows; my bipolar nature and propagating symptoms are bound to happen.

My only defence are my words; to let people know how to navigate me; and deliver my wayward metaphorical (to an extent) parts back where they should be; and add any missing parts of me when needed.