And if I am falling? Who will pick me up? No one will because I don’t allow anyone close enough to see me fail – or succeed. I don’t have secrets; I just don’t tell everything. And if I am struggling in my tired mind, when my mind tells me sweet little lies? Then I’ll fight with myself. That’s how I do it. And it is the only way I know how to do it. If anyone wanted to support me, I would not allow it. Out of fear that my insecurities and failures are too ugly. Insecurities and self-sabotage are lonely friends feeding of lies they told in the darkest hours of the night.