There is a difference between standing alone and being alone.

This morning, after pulling the all-nighter of all-nighters, I lost control at long last. I let myself lose it, that is. Yet, tonight, even going on 40 hours without sleep, I feel stronger. Sometimes you need to make yourself vulnerable, leave yourself a little room to fuck up and be human, and accept some damn help if someone wants to give it. Allowing that kind of support to penetrate my sarcastic, stone-cold exterior demanded strength that I never knew I had.

I may not always feel strong, but that doesn't mean I'm not. I don't have another choice. I bear the weight of circumstance and the fear of what happens after. This is my struggle, but I know you are here. Thank you for reaching me. I may stand alone, but I'm not.