Sat across from you I desperately began my search. I was longing for a different life and you felt like my last chance. But I was still unsure.
I tried to trust you, to trust myself. Inevitably, it felt impossible.
Week by week we waded through my thoughts; thick, tangled, twisted. Alongside you I allowed myself to face the darkness. My darkness.
For so long I had feared what I might find. Was it the truth? I am still unsure.
Fragments of feelings flashed burning and bright rather than the dim and distant memories I dreamed I might discover. They hurt. They still do.
And what am I left with? What might I make of these broken parts? How will I fix them together to form my future?