When I am so close to the edge that I can see the bottom, I know to back away. The problem with that is I can't. I turn and see scary things. Life's predicaments are causing a wind to push me closer. My own mind is screaming at me, telling to deal with problems. My feet won't listen. My hands won't reach for help. My voice won't call. I am detached. I am numb. I step closer. What do I do?