I am here.
I feel a light around me but I don’t notice it right away.
I am in my own world.
In my own world I don’t see your face.
You must address me by my name to snap me out of it.
I might recall a song,
Or a television show,
Or how a character in a story made me feel,
Or I may concentrate on an emotion that I cannot share,
Or how an instance (whether real or made up) made me laugh or cry.
I can also be upset that I am in a certain place,
Not capable of flourishing in the setting that I am in.
Sometimes I focus on things that are out of my control,
It shouldn’t have happened, I should have done or said this,
I focus on my future,
I focus on my past,
I rarely like to focus on the present.
Sometimes I pretend to be someone else.
Sometimes I am a better person.
Sometimes I am harsh and horrible.
I focus on things I cannot tell others about.
They will not understand.
They will judge.
I must do this on my own.
I need some time in my world before I introduce you to my problem. I need to think here. I need to process. I need to laugh at myself. I need to cry here. I need to smile stupidly. I need to feel something here before you can attempt to feel it with me.