What is this dr…
What is this dread, and whence does it come? Despite all rational thought it persists. Withdrawal.
I saw my own parents struggling with my own issues. I can’t speak to them about it, they no doubt know it somewhere in their minds. They have much farther to fall, though, than I did. When you get to the point where you’re almost searching for the negative aspects of a person’s personality, it’s time to escape. I still don’t have the courage to end something I know almost without a doubt is right, but she did. I doubt either of my parents can do it, and I can’t imagine how much the fall would hurt. My mom lunged for the champagne, my dad found the opposite nook of the house, escaping to the few souls he doesn’t mind. Seeing these things I know what happened is alright, that I need to find something else. Or that will be my future. And I can see the next horizon, but it may be a mirage. Side tracks?
Wait out the dread, it will pass just like last time…just like last time.
