Twenty-something days later....
I'm not okay. I'm tired and my heart can't handle this feeling. It's crazy how the sweet release of death sounds enticing now more than ever - but I can't give up. I don't even know what to say or write because I fear I'm manifesting my failure (does that even make sense??)
Being here.. in Dubai hasn't been anything but a bad dream - a freaking nightmare. The past 17 months have been brutal to say the least. The only good thing happening for me is that I go to the gym to keep my mental health in check and even that's not enough.. I'm still hurting. Part of me can't confide in my loved ones because I don't want to burden them with my problems so here I am. The one place I can vent and not worry about what anyone has to say and I can read my thoughts. I don't know what to do and somehow, I have to figure this out. I need to get through this - I will get through this.
Being here.. in Dubai hasn't been anything but a bad dream - a freaking nightmare. The past 17 months have been brutal to say the least. The only good thing happening for me is that I go to the gym to keep my mental health in check and even that's not enough.. I'm still hurting. Part of me can't confide in my loved ones because I don't want to burden them with my problems so here I am. The one place I can vent and not worry about what anyone has to say and I can read my thoughts. I don't know what to do and somehow, I have to figure this out. I need to get through this - I will get through this.
Anyway, if you're reading this, all I ask for is to keep me in your thoughts and prayers <3
- Miilo