A couple months ago, I would have wanted to jump out of my skin, out of my reality, into someone new. My eyes would have appeared bloodshot from deprivation of sleep, dripping and dripping with salt every minute of every goddamn day. It’s tough being cemented to the ground. Time and time again, I have thought to myself, “I want to die.” The truth is, I have only wanted death to that catastrophically horrible feeling.

At this stage in my life, I am okay. I am fine. I am no longer overwhelmed and learning to feel okay with myself again.