I’m literally nauseous. It’s finally becoming reality, in the most horrific way. Days left until I tell them, which will be like a weight off my chest but at the same time the thought makes me never want the weight to be gone. I’m not sure I can breathe without it. I’m crying thinking about it. This is one of, if not, the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through.
I’m not sure what else I have. This is my identity. This is all I have known for the last 8 years. This is WHO I AM. This is what I am, This is all I do.
I am scared out of my mind. What if there is nothing else I am ever good at in my life.