Tonight has been r o u g h.
I want to give up.
The teen in me feels angry and abandoned and needs help, now.
The adult in me feels exhausted.
The child in me wishes she could be in her safe place.
If I stop working on things will everything go away?
I need a break from trying to connect, trying to recover, trying to reach out. As much love that is found in this process there is equal, if not more, heartbreak, pain, and depression and I feel like I just can’t handle the process.
I’m taking a break from writing, social media, and maybe therapy. 💔