The Cusp

A couple of weeks ago, a friend told me that she sees me as one of the strongest, most independant women she knows.

I felt like a fraud.

I had been slowly fading, slowly slipping into something, someone that wasn't me. I was being worn away into a semblance of a life that somebody else could have had once.

My heart is broken, but I feel like I'm on the cusp of something good. It's a strange feeling. I'm writing again, but this time it's for me.

Within a day, my flights were booked. The water's waiting for me.