People keep saying “You’ve come so far” but I still feel like I’m in the same place. How do they measure how far I’ve come? What if I fail?
Being Alone
I soldier on, fighting this battle, hoping for someone to “have my back” so to speak but too afraid to ask. Being alone is hard.
Keeping Going When The Fog Descends
When the fog descends I am alone. Not because no one cares, or because no one is there, or wants to help, but because I dug that hole.