1 week down

It's been a full week.
One full week away.
One full week "Home".
The past few days were hard.
Friends, family (one in the same for most) helped.
A lot.
More than they could ever know.

Still the past few days were hard.
Today was better.
I tried to make no plans for yesterday and today.
See how I do when everyone is busy.
Did ok.
Last night was bad.
Really bad.
But...
Only for like 20 minutes.
This is good right?

I figured out finally,
there is no "right answer".
I've been trying to find this answer.
This answer that doesn't exist.
We have to do what is best for "Us".
For me, for her.
Right now it's working.
Being alone.
Being single.
I'm adjusting.
I guess.
I'm trying to remember I have people.
People I can call/text.
People I can talk to.
It's hard to remember.
After secluding yourself for so long.
Not talking for so long.

Fell like Melinda Sordino.
Like I have so much to say.
No idea how to start.
So I stayed silent for so long.*
Now to speak.
(Ha great movie referrance)

(*Anyone that may read this, it was not her fault, I got my self into my depression so deep that I didn't talk. She is at no fault for that, I chose to not get help.)

I think I'm doing better.
But as Ann says, "The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets."
Thank you Poppy Z.