It took some time,
Lost friends and family along the way, and it made me realize,
It took a lot of self-reflection,
Periods of not knowing,
To understand that I do know.
Thirty-one seems like a small feat to some,
But to me I’ve lived for enough lifetimes to come.
That mental fog I hate so much.
It distracts me from what’s important.
I can’t focus, or I’m too focused.
The negatives are blown up exponentially.
The positives aren’t as great as I’d like them to be.
I’m low on energy.
I’m nervous, and anxious and-
I can’t say the next part.
I might be judged for that.
Or did the president’s #SOTU seem a bit like an emotional goodbye?
I’d like to know your thoughts.