You’re so far away and I feel left alone.
Scared. Uncertain. That’s how I’d describe it.
I’m holding back my tremors.
Keeping my thoughts in check.
Was it like this for Catalina?
Did Mirian ever have to feel this?
What about mom? What’s it like for her.
The first visit. Years in the making. At it’s taken me this long to finally come here.
I have a problem. I don’t think I can ever face it alone.
I’ve tried to for too long.
Hopefully, they will never see me crumble.
My sweetheart has already seen my cry.
Why am I the youngest here?
Is it chance?
Is it luck?
Or is it perfect?
Am truly in peril?
Can it all be just in my head?
What’s everyone’s story?
Why are you here?
Do you hear the voices too?
Or is life just too gloomy to view?
Are you crumbling under your burdens?
Or are you too scared to see them?
Has your heart been crushed?
Or do you lie awake at night thinking about the light?.
Is that my name?
Here’s the moment of truth.
Will things change?
Or will it all stay the same?
All this in my first visit to the psych ward.
I hope this isn’t the end. I don’t want to lose Nuve over some stupid actions like this. This uncertainty is killing me. What can I do at this point?
I have to earn her trust again. That won’t be easy.
For her, its worth it.
Rarely do you ever come across a partner who just makes you feel like bliss. Who wards off deaths advances and pushes you to be better than you were previous day.
Eating little and working out is not the greatest idea I’ve ever had.
I wonder if mess can make this go away.
Some days I feel fine.
Others, I don’t.
Then there are days I don’t want to get out of bed.