Today I was reading a few people's blogs... like I do. And I came upon this one.
And she asked what I'm waiting for.
And I guess without even realizing it I have been waiting. I wait to come home. I wait to see my family and friends. But mostly I wait to feel like myself again. I'm not sure when it happened, but I dont feel like myself. Or at least not the self I want to be. And I keep waiting, hoping that the next day will bring a resurgence of who I really am. But maybe I'm just different now. Maybe I'm waiting for a moment that will never come. Because life changes me everyday. And maybe there's no going back. Only forward. I just dont know where to start. Thats the real problem.
Brother moments from May 2018
2 days ago