The last few weeks have been reflective as I struggled to control that which I've felt has controlled my life and existences. That which has split me into two people and shattered my psyche. Learning to accept help and not feel shame for needing to ask for help controlling or maintaining composure and focus. Help keeping myself from shattering or falling apart again.

I have faced the darkness that envelopes and often consoles me. The sadness that consumes and suffocates me. I have lost myself in the pain that eats so deep into my soul and mind that it robs me of speech leaving me physically twisted, howling like a primal wounded animal and afraid.