BedlamRose

Sitting still and absorbing myself into the alternate worlds of my mind. Constantly being pulled in many different directions, most of which lead to the glaring light of someone's idea of what I should be. Standing firm, weapons at the ready, my footing slips on the slippery slope of despair and depression, as it attacks from all angles. Muscles strain at the fight waging within and around my core self. I shall not be defeated, I shall emerge victorious, I shall maintain myself.