I will not fall off the deep end.
I will not let this break up define me.
I am not worthless, weak or unlovable because he cheated.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had to pop a Xanax during the day. Almost exclusively it’s a conduit to a good night sleep when my mind is running a race I can’t keep up with. Now I’d like to sleep all day and night.
The thing is, for once in my life I had felt safe. Now everything is sinister and nothing seems familiar.
I’ll be trying to write more. Hell, I’ve got nothing else to do.