It has been a year since the events that led to my demise. The logical decisions resulting in emotional decay. Starting over to find a solution. An education of sorts. So many mistakes along the way.

I wonder whether I will ever learn the lesson; I doubt that I will even recognize it. So much time spent assessing the outward conditions that I don’t understand the damages happening within. Anxiety, depression, fear, and regret, the emotional controls that operate freely.

There is no utopia to run toward. The world is a chaotic and unforgiving place. My dwelling place is in shambles. It’s time to repair the broken things inside.