It’s 5 am, Christmas morning, and I’m home. I’m in my blanket and I can’t stop the tears flowing.
I feel lost, more than I ever have before.
Do you know what it feels like when everyone else seems to have this rulebook about how you are supposed to be a perfect person and you’re the only one without it?
Do you know what it feels like to have reality thrown at you and see yourself through the eyes of others, laid bare?
I feel like Gollum, carrying the great burden (I’m almost a hunchback anyway, I’ve been told) through a marsh that never ends during a moonless night that will go on forever.
But hey, it’s Christmas. Cheers.