This will be a poetic collection of my daily struggles seeing through my own bullshit. I failed to see for a long time just how much anger rules my life. I find myself between two cliffs, the Scylla above and Charybdis below. The Scylla is my fear, anxiety, rage, shame, loneliness and tendency to overthink everything. Charybdis is the vacuum created by my feelings of hopelessness, seeking more with each downward drain of the crashing waves within my soul to drag me down, ever deeper, into my own underworld of nightmare. I was a lotus-eater, maddened into a Dionysian frenzy of ego, seeing nothing beyond my pleasure seeking, the screen of euphoria covering my eyes, seeing all as against me, like a Maenad on a binge of wine and blood.