I’m on the brink of falling apart. I’m on the edge of madness. The pressure continues to pile up, as I slowly crack beneath. The stress becomes overwhelming, making it hard to breathe. One more stone might be all it takes to send me crashing down. As strong as I may think I am, I cannot endure alone. For alone I will break until there is nothing but dust. You may see a few small stones from where you stand, but stand where I am and tell me what you see. Each stone is a mountain to each of us underneath.