One year,
And almost 4 months ago,
I made a decision.
I decided to leave the life I'd had.
The life with
The abusive boyfriend,
The depression,
The pain,
The sadness,
All behind me.
I was so happy.
So proud of myself.
I put a state and a half between that life and myself.
I left my home of 3 years,
My friends,
The job I loved,
My dream job.
I threw all of that away,
In the hope of a better, happier life.
Don't get me wrong,
I love my new life.
I found the man of my dreams,
And in 11 months
(And 5 days)
I'll be calling him my husband.
I finally found the career for me,
I learned I love caregiving,
And people in general.
I want to help people that can't help themselves.
But despite having every reason to be happy,
I couldn't be.
I can't be.
Something is missing.
I feel empty.
Alone in a crowd.
But now,
I realize,
I am lonely.
I have no friends.
Nobody to go out with,
Or stay in with.
I have the love of my life,
But friendships are important.
I have to have more than one type of relationship.
After the move,
Most of my old friends drifted away.
And it hurt.
I've always struggled to make friends in general,
But here it seems impossible.
Most of my co-workers seem to hate me,
And that's the most I socially interact.
I'm too scared to go out.
But I'm scared to stay in.
I feel stuck.
Trapped.
Claustrophobic for once.
About the Creator
Becca M
Hi! I'm 22 years old, I love music, and live off of Cherry Pepsi and books. I love writing poetry about my experiences, my battle with mental illness, and my emotions. 🖤
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