Rebuilding

Athlete to my ADHD
is what an ocean is to waves.
Movement is my wiring
My oxygen
My only save.

I know I do crazy shit like climbing mountains
but I NEVER go down caves.

January first,
Twenty-twenty six.
I fell into a hole
and got benched.

I don’t know if I’ll ever climb again.
Himalayas was supposed to be next.

Crazy how life flips unexpectedly
upside down then downside up
when death comes for you so quickly
survival instincts saved me,
nobody else’s pity and fake empathy
just instinct and adrenaline,
that took with it every layer of ME I had built.

Well thanks Hole,
for blowing up my entire fucking foundation.
but hey no guilt,
you could never crush me,
so beware of the beast in me that’s about to come for you after i’m rebuilt.