It's hard to work when you are crying.
My eyes were blurry with tears.
Miss Ohio by Miranda Lambert played through my headphones and I couldn't stop myself.
I don't want to leave my home.
Not yet.
He messaged me and said,
I'm sorry to hear about all of that. You'll figure it out though, one day at a time.
Reading those words made me have to stop and sit down on the floor.
Sobbing as quietly as I could.
It kind of feels like I lost, or I failed.
Like my worst nightmare came true.
I feel like I should be able to save myself, fix this on my own.
But, I do need help.
I know moving could be great, but it's not easy to say good bye to the life I worked so hard for.
Everything has happened in that apartment.
I became an adult there,
my mom called and woke me up to the news that my nephew was being born there.
A part of me will always live in that house.
I wanted to leave when I was ready.