Not wanting to fall down
into the pit of Sorrow and Insanity,
she dangled above it, barely,
holding onto the thread of Reality.

The thread seemed to grow thinner
as melancholy weighed down her soul.
She felt like little Alice,
about to go down the rabbit hole.

But even in the midst of chaos,
she somehow knew she would be okay.
She'd been through several storms,
and still lived to see another day.
Even while facing condemnation,
she no longer felt burdensome.
She was no longer bound to expectations.
She was making her way home.

Unyielding, she climbed,
as Hope strengthened her thread.
It was going to be a long journey.
But she knew there were good days ahead.