Round, round we go

Well I'm back in hospital again now since about two weeks ago. It's no surprise, and looks like it'll be a short stay.

The same triggers keep being pushed and I end up falling right back down again. I keep wondering how many times I'll have to come down this same road before I can finally take the right exit away from it. Maybe this is my central road that I'll always come back to, if only to vacate or diverge from it for a while. Taking on what I need to make it more barable, perhaps or simply an escape in order to breathe.

There always has to be some sort of fortune amongst the tragedy, if you look long enough, right?