So, while I know that, without a doubt, a crashout is on the way at one point or another, it doesn’t matter. I will get up from my bed after sobbing in it for a good hour or two and will move on with my life. That is something that I owe to myself — no matter how much it hurts or feels wrong. I will keep showing up, keep moving forward and — at some point or another — I hope it will be okay. I cannot tell the future, so I can only focus on what I have now. Let me be gentle and tend to my wounds.