The drive back home is a quiet one.
I can feel Xan peering at me from the front seat with the rearview mirror. Feeling self-conscious I try to remove any trace of emotion off my face.
Still a bit shaken by the past hour, keeping my head clear and my s**t together is important to me right now.
How many times will I crumble and fall apart, waiting for someone to catch me or rescue me.
When will it end? What happens when there is no one there to hold my hand when I face the troubles of my past? Will I then turn my back on myself and allow the world win against me? I think not.
I will hold my head up high till I find myself alone. Then and only then will I let it all out. The pent up emotions, I want to scream and cry, rock myself to sleep. I want to be held and told everything will be ok
