The thought of you sent a shiver down my spine, while the thought of him felt like a warm hug.

The secrets we keep will eat us alive in the end, won’t they? But some things don’t belong to the rest of the world—our helplessness, our life, our choices aren’t always things the rest of the world will understand or agree with. So you take your secrets to your grave. Telling the world would be suicide. You know I’ve struggled to find my place and my purpose for the last few months. I questioned my work and my life and wondered why I feel so empty and so low. When maybe it’s not too far an outcry to feel this way. I changed my life; I moved, left my career, switched industries. The last few years were a complete 180. Perhaps the emptiness is from the loss of doing something I love every day. I used to love my work. I loved living away, away from the city, the traffic, the stress. I loved how it protected my sanity. Maybe that is what it is—me adjusting to my new life and still grieving the old one some days. There are days I feel like I am not good enough for my role today, when it’s something I undertook just a little over a year back. It’s such a challenge that I’m making it today, and I tend to forget that or give myself credit for the journey I made to come through.