The end of fall bringing forth early evenings that signify the beginning of long periods of harsh loneliness and cold feet.
And at some point I have to learn to give importance to me instead of everyone else and stop letting myself down.
At times I was overcome with a grief so suffocating, so burdensome, so wild that I did not know what to do with myself.
I don’t think people understand what it is like to seem like a successful high-functioning member of society while fighting a battle internally.
I fear that I am falling apart.
All you can do is stand in awe of it.
You let them go again and again.