“I’m stuck in a vicious cycle of being at war with myself. My pieces have never fallen into the right places. Days are flying by and I have only been punishing myself. I’m scared I’d spend the rest of my life blaming myself on losing people for loving them.
“I am silent, but my head is a crowded room. There are overlapping thoughts and steady noise. There are too many people, too many fingers pointed at me. I am overwhelmed by both the truth and false stories. I can no longer find a language that can describe what I feel.”