Alone
In My Head
Nov 5 · 7 min read
It’s an ever-present looming fear, yet for the most part, it stays below the surface. Only in times of hardship or distress does it make itself known. Those days when my legs agonize me, and I take opioids to take a bit of the edge off. Dark winter evenings when the black of night smothers what should be a crisp and clear afternoon, letting melancholy slither out of its den and into my thoughts. Perhaps it’s insecurity. Perhaps I’m simply scared to try. Perhaps, just perhaps, I feel like I need a broader network of emotional support.

