Have you ever been above the ground, but feel like you’re 10,000 feet underwater?
I don’t think anybody is ever holding me under this immense pressure against my will; I think I keep myself there.
Sometimes it seems like something I’m doing every time I can to try and excuse my behavior.
I become someone that I hardly even recognize and run away from the truth that is right in front of me.
I like to think that every time I put myself into this type of pressure, I begin to think of ways to keep myself down.
At first, I can’t wait to come out of the water for that big gasp over water.
Afterward, I think I start looking for ways to come back.
Then slowly, I start plotting ways to keep myself down there.
It’s like I handcuff myself down there and start to ask why someone would do this to me. Knowing damn well, I was the one that wanted to do this in the first place.

Why else do I find myself under pressure all the time?

I know it’s me, but it’s getting harder for me to understand why I’m doing this to myself.