I tire of being told what to do. Especially in my personal life. I was never much for it when I was younger. I like to chose on my own. I feel less pushed, like things are less out of my hands. It makes me feel stronger having done it on my own.
Though I know it is important to seek help, I think its necessary to have some sort of personal inner direction. Perhaps though, that is me.
I will make it through this.
At the end of this long marsh land, the end of the thick bog, which I wade through waist deep, there is a light, warm and shining like a star. I will follow it. Wearily I will follow. Quietly I will make it out.
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