I love you so much that I’m saving you from the self-destruction that’s churning inside of me. I can’t be healthy for you. I can’t figure out my life and be the woman you need. You need to be safe and focused in your plane, not worrying what I’m doing at home, if I’m out of bed, if I’m able to climb out of this pit of despair I feel myself sinking into every minute of every day.” Because I have no idea if I will be able to get out of this pit. The surface, the light, seems so fucking far away.
