I was alternating between the washroom and my desk.
Crying in the toilet yet I can’t make it too obvious
Dying to go home
Yet I can’t cry at home.
Rushed off to make my routine run only to be gasping for air and wiping my damn tears.
Stopped at a park with so many memories.
Texted a few friends
Felt lost
Yet I can’t show it. I cannot. I had to pretend nothing was wrong.
I don’t know how I survived this 1 year but I made it.
Only possible with the support of many encouraging friends.
And having faith that I am not walking this journey alone.
Only through You I see the slightest hope in my non-guaranteed future.
Thankful and only Thankful.
