I feel stuck. Like literally, well, everyone, I wonder…is the pandemic? Is the general malaise? Is it a change in the air that comes every year with the first chilly breath of winter?
Or is it so much more than that? Is it me, realizing the past version of myself isn’t what I want anymore…but being too scared to break the mold. Is it me seeing myself on my own for the first time in years, and being scared to trust that she’s worth loving just as she is? Or is it me, fearing that I’ll never escape a past that seems to cling to me no matter where I go or how far I run?
