My mental health was threatened struggling alone in an uncertain world where love was absent 2yrs ago. I had given in and up to depression. My letters had been written and assets moved as I inched closer to the line between worlds. I told myself a story that was self-destructive with the repeat button on and prayed for the music to stop. My Anger ran it course and sadness ensued.
My victim role established my identity and so I kept feeding it. Asking for help has always been hard for me and even when I did, I didn’t feel heard. Isolation was my companion down the rabbit hole and even though it was unwelcoming, I found more truth through self; alone, realizing I was the one hearing my thoughts.