To my love,
This time next month we will be elsewhere.
We will be away from here, away from where everything was hopeful until it wasn’t. I don’t know this was going to be a toxic mess of tribal knowledge and toying with emotions.
I’m done. We’re both done with here. And I’m happy you said I was doing everything right. I took control, found a new job, and left on my own terms. I didn’t let my depression win. I didn’t collapse and be passive. We’re just about done. Just a couple more things to wrap up and then what I plan to be a scene drive north.
I feel better. Thank you for helping me out out of the darkness of the past few months. I love you.
