So what’s it like to feel like you’re on the verge of breaking? Is it even possible to notice it?

Standing on a floor made of brittle glass. Cracks spreading underneath your feet. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, depending on the pressure crushing your shoulders.

How come you don’t see the signs?

You can’t fix broken glass so why allow yourself to walk on a surface that is about to snap? Why do a shoddy patch up? Why suffer?

When.. did we get so used to suffering?