Falling?

Yesterday, I wept to my therapist, “I am falling apart.”

“Falling apart or transforming?” She asked.

In my mind, an image of a bud and the realization that to a bud, blooming feels like falling apart and that I am embodying Anais Nin’s words:

“And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to blossom.”