I hate that moment when you seem to be getting better. You seem to have it all together for once. You seem to be content for once. You actually smile because you want to. Then, little things happen and they get to you. They eat at you. It’s only slight at first; just ticking away at your barriers. But, then, in that one moment, you lose it all. And you can’t control anything. You feel dizzy and dark. Lost and confused. Hopeless. And you have absolutely no one to talk to, because you feel like this parasite that can’t be dealt with any longer. You lie on your floor, shaking. Sobbing. Your eyes, face, and stomach burning. And you fall for the billionth time.