In my mind I was aware things would be different and that I'd miss them and there would be big moments and everyday moments that I couldn't share with them.
But I hadn't realised how significant it was to go from a loving, supportive - albeit temperamental! - family to nothing.
I am aware that people have that happen to them, everywhere, for various reasons.
But there are also a lot of existential realisations that don't occur until you're living the moment.
Realising you're alone is hard. And right now I just don't have the motivation to change that. Depression is a vicious cycle and it's a medical condition for a reason.
And while I'm comfortable with my own company and I enjoy my own space, being alone in the world is hard.
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