I thought I couldn’t find my voice. There’s always this disassociation when it comes to expressing myself in this new light. The truth is that writing has kept me from disappearing, it’s what still connects me to who I truly am. I’m glad I can be transparent about how I feel, no shame. I mean , no more shame. Anxiety hasn’t abandoned me just yet, but I want it gone. Already thought about running to the emergency, screaming how society and everyone around me has failed me, how frustrated I’m , that I’m angry about the way we live, how careless we became , but instead I write.