I am sitting, but I feel like the world is falling around me. I can feel everything changing and I'm scared. The few things I have left that keep me tied to home are slipping away and nothing pulls me anywhere else. I'm losing home. Soon I won't have a place where I belong and I don't know what to do. I'm floating or falling, depending on how you care to view it. Unfortunately, I've never been good with change.
I am sitting here feeling more alone than I have in a long time, unable to cry for help. Muted by my fear of letting anyone in.
At least I have my dog. She loves me even as the rest of the world turns away. She loves me when no one else ever has.
And still it's not enough.
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