Dear you….

It’s Tuesday…

Work started today and it’s rough…..

It’s back to work today. Back to routine. Back to pretending everything is okay on the outside when, inside, we’re still not fully recovered. I’m having a tough time. Not just with the day but with us…

Can we make it? That question keeps echoing in my head. Therapy is coming up, and part of me is scared… I want to make this work no matter what…

I keep thinking about the things I said during the trip… the rough things. The things I wish I could pull back. When I said we might break apart… it wasn’t to hurt you. It was fear talking. Fear of not being enough.

But even with all that… I love you.

I just want you to know that. Even if you never read this. Or maybe you will, someday, and it’ll make sense… want to leave it here, inside this journal….

Even when I’m hurting. Even when I’m hard to be around. Even when I say things I wish I hadn’t.

I love you.

v/r,
I