Paris
As I walked to the foot of the Eiffel Tour, I was excited to see the view.
All of my bad thoughts that day hadn't came yet.
In the lift, going to the first floor, still I was excited.
But as I reached the next lift that would take me to the top, that's when the thoughts came.
Why couldn't they have come later?
Why now?
But they came, and stayed for a very long time.
As we grew closer the the summit, my heart quickens and my stomach drops.
I realise our height, so so so far from the ground, drowning in thoughts and know one around me having a clue.
Once we left the lift I stayed close to the inside not attempting to go closer to the edge.
My eyes never left the floor, until I had to think of the view and at that very moment, I lost it.
Floods of tears escaped my eyes, shaken sobs flew from my lips and my hands grasped the nearest rail.
It was at that moment I realised.
If there wasn't a protective barrier and glass.
I would never have survived my trip to Paris.
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RandomAll of these chapters are short. Some are from personal experience and some are from daydreams. I wish to spread the message of mental illnesses and get help for those who have them. {Completed}
