Where do I even begin? How can I begin to explain how much more difficult life has gotten for me in the past few months. More and more shit on the pile. This is the biggest problem I’ve ever had. How do I fix myself? I can’t do this alone. I’m so scared. This monster hovers over me everyday taking my worth away. I’m trash. I’m disposable. I’m nothing. I’m not meant to have meaning or purpose.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t strive to find one.