This week my dog died. I’m struggling in therapy, and I’m struggling at work. Now, after 3 years, I’m single.
He was my rock in the bad times and the good times. Now where do I drop anchor?
I’m scared that I am going to slip quietly back into darkness. Not Eating has already become easier and easier. Getting out of bed can be optional again.
And those who love me will watch in despair, but I will struggle to find a grip as I slide backwards into decrepit, lonely disgrace.
I’m fucked if I don’t find something to hold onto.