i am my own lifelinedarkness finds it's way into my heart. into my mind. into my words.i say things without thinking.i think things without doing."what's the point?" that harsh voice asks."it's all already been done. you're not good enough anyway." it teases."...but you love it and it makes you happy..." a tiny voice struggles to speaki am my own problem, but i am my own lifeline.maybe this realization is part of "the point."the "action step" for my list-loving mind is self-love.