So it's been a bit since I've written. Been too busy for my own good. I think it's finally catching up to me. The work days that span from 7 am to 7 pm daily. Individual days fly by and seem to come and go, but adding up those days, eventually the fatigue catches up. The fatigue of life, the pressures crushing into me from all sides, and I can barely breathe. The air hole is becoming smaller and smaller and if I don't figure out how to release this pressure, I might be crushed to death. As these feelings engulfed me, an angel in human form helped pull me through. Simple words of kindness and understanding and encouragement. My despair and sadness left as I told this stranger my deepest darkest secrets. Those I didn't want to face, those I was afraid to face. The tears ran down my face as I told my story for the first time ever. It was hard, like picking a scab and opening the wound again, letting it bleed. I didn't want to, but it was peeled away slowly like skins of an onion. After getting it all out, I honestly didn't feel much better like everyone says I should when I talk about things. What I did learn is there are those out there that will stick by you thick or thin even if you're convinced you're a complete idiot. Those are truly remarkable people .
<3 thank you for your help stranger from afar.