And I’m two-thirds ready to step out.

I really love my family.

There’s no “but” to be found there. How could I say anything ungrateful about the last thing I’m connected to other than work? Family is the only thing I’ve had when I haven’t had even myself. I’m sorry, hopeful, and grateful for that.

I’m fractions. Fractions of a sister, caretaker, daughter, cousin. And many other things.

I just want to be one thing, so I keep disappearing because when I’m alone I don’t have to be any of those things.

Deep down I don’t really want to keep isolating myself. But I keep acting that way. If I ever figure it out, I’ll let you know.