The Spell is Broken and the Fog Lifts

where do I go from here, other than up? establishing my own life is scary, and I do not know where to begin. I have such negative connotations when it comes to getting beyond the illness and trying to function in the real world, and don't know how to break that pattern.

I'm afraid of never being connected to people and places where I feel connected, not ever finding a meaningful internship or earning enough money; of always being on the outside.

After all, isn't that what I've gotten, all these years, despite my best efforts to claw my way back to where I do belong?

Separated from meaning, from my self, from my life.

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