They always said how difficult it would be.
They failed to mention what you were supposed to do when your support system decided to take a night off.
I’m going to do this. I’m going to do this. I’m going to do this.
I am good enough. I love storytelling enough. I will make it.
I will end up exactly where I need to be. Because where else could I possibly end up?
I know I shouldn’t need to hear it, that I should be able to dig myself out of this funk, but I just wanted you to say “of COURSE you’ll make it. you’re brilliant (when you’re not self-loathing). I love you. you’re going to be just fine, I know it.”
Chin up, love. You’ll be better than fine. You’ll be brilliant.