Dear... Everyone
This year should have killed me. And it almost did. I started this year in a spiral, out of control from how he left me. Perhaps I never regained control. I couldn't - can't - keep anyone too close; I refused - refuse. I lost my job. I found a new one. I remember standing in the rain with a stranger, cold and damp, sharing a cigarette. I remember he made me feel unsafe. I remember I did not mind. I remember standing on an overpass, watching the cars speed by. I remember wanting to jump. I remember you calling and asking me to come over. I do not think I ever regained control but, at least, I survived.