I cracked again today, just like I cracked yesterday, and the day before that. It feels like I've been cracking for months. I have more cracks in me than dry firewood. You who always offered support, affection, and devotion hold out your hands for warmth. Like a spark in a fire, something crackles, snaps and bursts. I lash out at those that I can't keep away. The people that refuse to stay where they'll be safest. Truth is - and all cheap metaphors aside - I've been grumpy with my colleagues, angry at my friends, short-tempered with my family, and untrue to myself. 

I'm not ready to apologise yet, but I'm trying to change.

(-it's a twelve step program)