_{I'm going to tell you a short story...}
Predicaments of the present have brought me to a place.
I stood there and had time to think.
In between two houses,
In the cold winter weather,
Darkness where no one could see me move,
No one else was there,
I leaned my head up,
All I saw were stars,
I had to go home,
But I didn't know how to get there.
As I examined my situation, I realized that,
whether I had been standing on that lawn
for 15 minutes, half an hour, more,
I had always truely been there
Somtimes you find yourself...
In between homes,
In the cold open space,
Darkness to dance with,
No shame, all alone,
With nothing to do but look up,
At the stars before you,
Knowing a place to go,
But left without a map,
Lost.

For this very reason, out of desperation, im off to seek help.
I have a meeting on Thursday with a proffessional who will analyze me and choose the best path of recovery. This could be years of extensive therapy, proper medications, or possibly hospitalization.
I figure it's best to inform everyone before theres any confusion to my whereabouts, seeing as though, if hospitalization is necessary, it will be active immediately, and i will have no chance to say goodbye.
I will try to submit works and comment on yours and such in the mean time, while I can.

All my love,
Danielle