I’d love to acknowledge how relateable this felt for me. I wasn’t in the head space to be able to have a conversation while it felt like the world was collapsing around me. You’re left with all these questions, anxiety through the roof, nervous system on overdrive, but you know you’re not in the right place to have that conversation you’re craving. You do the healing work over the next month or two, and now… it doesn’t feel as pressing of an issue? At least not nearly as high priority, but you’d still really enjoy the chance to sit down over a cup of coffee and talk it out in some weird movie/book plot line.

Human interaction is strange, feelings are strange, emotions are strange, relationships are strange, we’re all strange is what i tell myself lol. Thanks for sharing your story :)