I reached my saturation point today. I wanted complete isolation, with no one watching me or even listening to me. If I had it my way, the streets would have been empty.
Then there was a moment. The moment when I saw what I had been doing to myself. The cycle and recycle of try, try, trying again. Picking up the weight of two when I couldn’t even carry myself. Trying to forgive, trying to understand. Failure.