I haven’t felt this alone for a long time.
Not since those insecure, uncertain years of early high school.
But this, this is worse. This is uncertainty beyond anything I’ve experienced before.
I am completely lost. I don’t know myself anymore.
Who am I? Who am I.
So much of my life was WE. WE bought a house. WE like this bar and that restaurant. We. We, we, we.
What about ME? What do I have now?
This all sounds so… so much like I feel the victim. I know I’m not. But I am hurt, I am hurting.
And yes, I am alone. I know I have family and friends who would go a long way to be there for me if I would just ask. But I can’t ask. Because this is on me.
Me. Whoever that is.