2024

WHEN:

I am beginning again.

HOW:

I am foggy but alert, I am used to having to push past it. I am constantly in thoughts, I don't know if I'm authentic, or if I'm over thinking. I am ashamed.

WHERE:

I'm in a room I think I want to be in, that sometimes feels good. But I never feel a sense of contentment. I long to feel safe and at ease in myself.

WHAT:

I am sitting with my back to the wall looking out.

WITH WHOM: 

I am alone mostly, but family is near by.