I suddenly feel as though the rug has been pulled out from under me, like I don’t know anything, like I’ve been living a lie for years. I don’t know what to do now. I don’t know who to talk to. I don’t trust anybody. I don’t have anybody.
I don’t know where I’m going next.
Maybe it is time to start everything over, from scratch, from the beginning, from birth.
Maybe it’s too late for that.
I don’t know.