I'M 35 NOW.
So much has changed, yet not. I lived in Chicago for 7 years. I'm back in Ohio because my mom has MS.
Still making moves, still working, still have anxiety and depression. Still writing.
I wrote this the other day:
FROST & THAW
That pain covered me like a frost that wouldn’t thaw
A pain that I could not comprehend
Duties I could not see to the end
A fear and anxiety that would never give
Crying and crying, I always gave in
Overlooked, an understatement
Overworked, never understood
Moving on,
With the fear
The anxiety
The judgement
The hurt
Always attached
The frost always comes
It’s cold, it stings, it’s painful
But it thaws
And it has thawed
I found you
I was frost.
Now I am thawed.