I don’t know what I’ll do next. I sometime think I’d be better off just running and running. After the highs of last week I seem so far away.
Nightmares have returned with a vengeance. The doubts about whether I can ever recover. I have had to put the masks back on.
How do I move on from here. There seems to more to come. More of what happened maybe. I just don’t know.
I wish I could hold my younger self and reassure him that all will be ok. But not at the moment. I must move on but I can’t.