Circles. That’s the shape that best describes my life. My thoughts revolve in an endless cycle and, even if I wanted to, I’m not sure if I could escape. My counselor keeps asking me why… why I won’t just accept help, accept love, accept healing. I don’t know, I just don’t know! My thoughts are one big jumble of confusion and I can’t make sense out of any of it! I do know I’m not doing anyone, or myself, a favor by staying in this miserable state of mind.