Wil just asked "How are you?" and I said "I'm doing good".
Actual truth: I'm very, very far from good. I'm panicky and worried and have no real idea how we will ever manage to make it all work.
I keep thinking "If I walk as if the path is there, it will appear". I fear that I'm walking off a cliff, though. And fear that I'm going to take all those I love with me.
Don't mind me, I'll just sit here and quietly panic.
And I'll keep walking. Because the path will appear. It has to.
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