Plague and Preserve.
Being sober and feeling things I used to drown is something i’m not used to. I miss my life before I turned into an uncontrollable mess. I miss my partner, I miss my cat. I miss the comfort of knowing no matter what the day threw at me I would be able to walk into a home and feel safe.
This city is slowly killing me.
I feel like i’m sleep walking through most of this, trying to keep from going into the red. Knowing that my road is leading to a different home now is scary. I don’t understand why a person needs to lose it all before they turn around….but that happened.