Sometimes when I am pushing forward, I don’t look up. I am not built to be able to watch in all directions. I shut down. I get distracted. I’m sorry if you feel concerned about our wonderful friendship, but please know, you have been and always will be a constant. Through all of the crazy turns we have taken individually and together, I have never doubted you or our path. I miss your giant laugh, your firm shoulder rub, and your flash of vulnerability that try so hard to hide. Thoughts of you invoke pictures of warm homes in the autumn and a sigh of relief for the fact that you just get me. I know you are trying to find your home. I sometimes hate that it took you that far away.
Mental illness really is just the worst.