Somehow, I keep on going, but at what cost? Mentally, I’m not doing well. I am scared to be alone and in silence because I am left with my own company and I don’t like it. I’m scared of how I feel because I have never felt so out of control.
I want to tell people just how hard all of this is, but I don’t know where to begin and I don’t know where to end.
So I smile and grit my teeth and let them say things like “I don’t know how you cope.”
I never said I was coping. I’m just keeping my head above the water.