Something happened. Maybe nothing happened. But something did change: you.
There’s this feeling, a certain type of sadness that follows you around. You go to your job; you do your work; you see your friends, but you can’t shake it.
Every day is just as hard as the last, if not harder, because you’re reminded of how you got here.
Sometimes, it feels like you have to remind yourself to breathe, to move. And you know if you didn’t, you’d be fine just sleeping until you couldn’t...