And how can I find the right words to say it?

Falling is the first step in learning how to fly.
I wonder if I repeat this to myself a hundred, maybe a thousand times, I will start believing it.




And I wonder how do I tell you that yes, I have a problem.
How do I tell you why I do the things I do?
How do I explain to you this pain and hurt and loss I feel when even I can't explain it?
How do I tell you that I just need you around?
How do I even start telling you that I'm not okay?




I'm sorry, mum.