….so this is a tough one.
I have returned to my home country after 7 years and the entire journey and last 3 days here have been very painful. I have to disassociate and keep a facade so I don’t crumble infront of my daughter.
I was not expecting my depression to hit rock bottom…I did fear it will make me cry, but this jab of sharp pain driving through my soul…remi ding me what I lost, why I lost…
No answers come…only tears
I would like to tell my story I think. Because that’s all I have, a little bit of reality…that maybe I existed or maybe this is just a story in which I don’t give up and die.
You all have given me strength and I need just that…a little bit.
I think I will be fine.
Thank you for reading me