Excerpt from "Climbing A Glass Mountain" By A. Lamb

It was at the very edge of reason I began to take control. My mind was slipping from me and I realized that I was the only one who could save it. I have never felt closer to madness. Just within its reach... I marvel now at the strength of my mind under such pressure. Literal and figurative both. My body began to feel separate from me as If I was slipping out of it. I clung to anything that would ground me. Desperate for normalcy I did everything but the right thing...how contradictory we are as humans. What strange creatures we become. Searching desperately for some outside answer to the problem, I would blame and ask and wonder all the while knowing that I was the problem. The intractable beam that seemed to have me in its grasp was relentless... yet some part of me gave myself over to it rather than fight. I am still not sure if it was exhaustion or hopelessness or self destruction. Most likely was a mixture of all three. The part of me that fights...that has always fought would not let go. Even as its voice diminished the echo it left behind was permanent. I could still bring myself back out of the mire.