(((Silent yell))).

I remember close to the beginning of my meeting with you. My friend, yeah friend, told me it would get worse before it got better. Thank you! Not!

You told me about a jar on a desk, filled with water and dirt in the bottom of it. They picked it up and shook it and it was a mess. That's how I feel right now. I know it eventually settles. God have mercy until it does.

There's no way I can turn around. I have to see this through. This is hard. I'm not me. I don't know who I am.

I'll see it through. I don't know what this is going to look like. I don't like that.

I will be brave. I'm afraid.