There's a lot happening in my life - and then again there is not.
I have never felt so alone. My world is work and caring for an anxious dog and a chilled cat.
There are days... bad days- emotion rolls over me like unexpected giant waves at a beach.
I know it'll be over soon enough - but I am getting tired of the beat down the world have given.
Yes there are positives ... there are amazing positives... But it's hard to see them when you're being rolled over by a wet, deep, suffocating darkness.
How does one close a chapter that you once thought was the best of your life?
Just take care right? Take care of me.
Self care is not only OK it is tolerated and encouraged.
But to do it means they'll know I need it.
Is that pride, or fear?
Tell me.
Please.
