I hope they are your biggest supporter, your number one fan and sounding board. I hope they rub your back when it hurts and call your mom to see how she’s doing. I hope they travel to Japan with you.
I’m not sorry for being this way, for not holding back.
I could hold on to every single heartache and failure and disappointment, the endless moments where I so desperately wished it would have worked when it couldn’t have been less well-timed.
I’ve spent so long wanting everyone to like me.
I cried in a bathtub last night in the city I used to meet you in.
We are constantly changing, whether that means being unsure about our profession, our surrounding relationships, our goals, or our passions.
We can read about this stuff all day long, but it’s not until one has a personal experience with a disease or disorder, or associates closely with someone who has said disease or disorder, that one truly understands what it is like.
Still, I wonder, do you ever think of me? Is this heartache something I feel alone?
The amazing things in life that I currently have or will have, will happen regardless of someone else. There is no comparison because everyone has a different journey.
One thing that is constant in my life is rejection.