I began my journey with the truth.
The truth being, who I am. Who I really am. Without walls, and allowing others to see a fully transparent me.
It started with a relapse of judgment and a breakdown of emotions
If decided to tie in a hot mess and high expectations, one can see the weight being lifted off my chest like a wrecking ball on reverse.
Breathing became less effort and just thinking was less of a chore.
I made allies, friends, and a New sliver of anxiety.
Unloading my dirty laundry the way I did, hurt beyond repair. At the time, it seemed right, like I needed it to happen.
But now, it's taking over my life.
Being transparent to a fault hurts
It's a little voice in the back of my head telling me whether I go left or right, up or down, going out or staying in, being alone, or with you.
If I choose one or the other, both options are hell
Both bring considerable consequences and could both end with a loss
Happiness and heartbreak, or just being "fine"
