medication

let it out...let it all out. whatever is in me is all coming out, and i don't know if i'm afraid of it. it is a part of me, but it is not all of me. i can let myself fall apart without losing myself.
there is someone i can look up to. someone who has gone through all of this a thousand times before i was born. he knows what i'm going through, and he knows he can't help...not in any way he wants to. whatever strength we lack individually, we give to eachother through our very existence. through his trials, he thought of me and it saved him, and now when i face his demons, i know what strength it takes, and where to find it.
i have something he never had...i have him.
thank you, d.