I'm afraid that things are never going to get back to how they were.
And I feel like it's my fault.
I'm afraid things will never progress.
I know it's early, and I know there hasn't been enough time for healing, but I'm still afraid.
And it's unbelievably disheartening.
It's the great fear that I'm losing something I want more than nearly all else accompanied by that nagging fear that I'm wasting still more of my time and that it's going to be harder to recover from this one.
I kinda wish I hadn't cancelled my appointment for Thursday and moved it to next Thursday.
Even the little things that I put so much emphasis on, the little victories, can't help push this feeling away.
I can't get my heart to listen to what my head is telling it.
