Not regularly scheduled, the worst kind of not regularly scheduled

My heart is hurting a bit.

A romantic situation in a precarious state.

I am still managing to pursue my music schedule, expanding my self work, and feeling quite energized!

Oof, at night though, too energized.

My appetite is low.

The forecast for my mind’s eye has been cloudy, at times so cloudy. Where’s the sun!?

But I know, clear skies will return for me. So will that sun ^

I will not take this personally, except for the things that I must if I want to continue to grow.

Nothing and no one here belonged to me, and I can accept that.

The space around me is safe, I am surrounded by loved ones, and any serious worries are not within sight.

I take deep, measured breaths and I calm down a bit.

But I still wait for the sound of that text that won’t be sent.

Update while writing: my session with a therapist was scheduled for Monday!

I’m very excited. I’ve been trying to solo-trek my way to a better person,

and it’s clear to me that I need assistance if I’m going to make some real gains.

Onward! To a better person and a brighter future.