I feel like I am holding on by my fingernails. I feel like I am being vigilant. I feel like if I let ease up for just one second, I will fall into a deep dark pit of despair, and cry for a long time. I can feel dread in my heart. It is like when you have a toothache or when you have bitten your lip. You keep checking the spot to see if it still hurts, and it does. I keep checking and the dread is there looking back at me with demon red eyes. It is locked away, but clawing to get out. Always trying, pacing like a lion in a cage at the zoo. Patiently waiting for a crack to appear. Then it will leap and escape the place where I keep it contained. I can hear it, begging, pleading, demanding, coaxing me to let it out, but I know if it gets out, it will devour me. Submerge me in an ocean of Dark pounding waves. Making me nauseated and dizzy. All the while I can feel it slipping so slowly. It feels like doom.