. . . my isolation was my own choice.
I spent a moment when I was awake with a cramp earlier checking in on my feelings. I was surprised to realize both how lonely I feel and how long I've felt that way. I had a brief, joyful, twofold respite from it, but that's over now. I knew it would be. The new tv season is starting, so it's about to get way worse.
Don't try to tell me what I should do about it. I've tried, over and over again.
Then I hear a voice in my mind: My precious child, I am with you. You are not alone. Keep loving.
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