As the days pass by, I’m getting more and more comfortable with my own skin.
One thing that this has taught me is that the right people will be there regardless what.
It’s both sad and freeing.
And for a couple of days, I have been crying every time I come home. It’s just too heavy. The shame that I have to face everyday. The smile that I have to fake.
These are all too heavy man.
All too heavy.
Yet, I will keep going on for now. I know that this has been a cycle and that I have to truly face this with courage I don’t even know where to get.
And I’m thankful to all those who truly cared. Without even me telling anything.
I’m taking responsibility. And not putting it to other people. I’m finally owning it. Manning up.
No blame. Pure acceptance.