I’m so. fucking. scared right now.

And it feels like I’m pulling my fucking organs out and staring at them on the floor, attempting to re-organise it all whilst I slowly bleed out. Shit’s FUCKED! I’m so damn far from where I thought I’d be at the start of this year and that alone is enough to sink my damn boat. Let alone being beyond terrified of what I presume I’m about to lose.

Yet that’s the whole point, unfortunately. Losing something, means gaining something else. I don’t want to lose anything, but I’m scared to my very core because I know I have to in order to begin my next 7 year cycle. All I have is now, I have to act regardless of all the fear drumming throughout my body. Because I need change, and I needed it yesterday…