You say I’m brave for sharing my story.
The truth is, I am absolutely terrified.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
I don’t know where I’ll go.
And I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay again.
All I know is that living is seemingly a little more difficult for me than others.
I am only telling you snippets of my innermost thoughts and feelings.
So no, I’m not brave.
I’m not even fucking close.