She sometimes wonders if one day she will completely lose it. One day something in her mind will just crack, and there will be no going back. She’ll just have to live with the crazy. It’s a scary thought for sure, but for some odd reason it doesn’t completely devastate her. Maybe if she cracks things will finally start to make sense. If she cracks then she’ll know for sure that she’s definitely crazy. She’ll no longer use to wander about in limbo trying to figure out if she is or not. For once everything will be black and white. She can fully embrace that part of herself that she has fought her entire life.
Consume me where I stand, she thinks. Please, take control.