At some point of life, you just don't know where you are.
You feel lost. Scared. Hopeless. You find yourself in the perfect middle of a dangling rope one end tied to the top edge of a cliff and the other favoring gravity; tied to an anvil.
How did you get here?
You were the backstage smile in every scrapbook photograph. You were the awkward, little kid sitting in one corner of your journey through preschool; you were that character people read about in a novel and never thought twice about. Unnoticed, safe and secure despite having so many complexes. But despite all that, you don't care. Because you still have you.
Years of being neglected and hurt by someone who seemed to understand are almost tolerable now. You don't flinch all that much at the thought. You made it alive after all; you always do. You are going to make it through.
Then, this life that you're familiar with changes in the blink of an eye not even gradually so you'd have seen it coming