Honestly…
I am struggling… With my emotions, and communication. Finding motivation and drive. With believing in myself and the good things I deserve.
I am scared… Of myself. Of life. The past, present, and future. The paths in front of me. The things I’ve left behind me. All of the uncertainty.
I am drowning… In an ocean of depression and darkness. In a flood of intense emotions and irrational thoughts.
I am fighting… The demons residing inside of me. My insecurities. The urge to give up. The shit in this world trying to keep me down.
I am longing… For the arms of the man I love. For a home that we can call our own. The future, I have convinced myself is waiting for me.
I am missing… My family and friends. My spirituality. My routine. My space. Buffalo. Real pizza, wings, and subs. Snow. Myself.
Honestly…
I am hopeful.
I am strong.
I am determined.
I am resilient.
It takes strength and courage to admit the truth
Rick Riordan
