It kind of feel good being back here, after dealing with the shit I’ve dealt with, these past couple of weeks. At first, I thought I was going mad with FOMO; however, despite the situation at hand, I really didn’t miss much. Sure, I still have a long way to go before everything goes back to normal or should I say before everything goes back to my kind of normal. However, somethings may not be the same after this and I kind of like that. As of now, I’m not biting my nails in fear of change or rethinking about why did this happen to us? Shit happened for a reason, I really don’t know why and I really don’t care at this point. All I know is that I’m happy that the dog days are mostly over with and beyond the anxiety, depression and not knowing where to go. I feel there this hope coming toward my scattered world and slowly it will glue back the pieces, of a once unlivable and dark place.