Tuesday was just one of those days.

One of those days where the tears just wouldn’t stop flowing. Years of social anxiety forcing me to try as hard as I can to be invisible in spaces that I don’t feel comfortable, came in handy on Tuesday. I sat at my desk and cried most of the day and no one seemed to notice. Ironically, that made everything worse.

The people I would normally call are so far away this Tuesday. And I’m brought back to the reality that they will be just as far away — every Tuesday.

I felt stranded on this Tuesday. Somehow I had to find out how to be my own best friend on Tuesday. Tuesday I needed the me that loves me. The me that understands me better than anyone else. I can never seem to truly find her when I need her. Tuesday was not much different but I managed. I still had hope.

Somehow, I found the strength to once again wipe my tears and the day continued regardless of how I felt. Tuesday came and went.