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I didn't know where to turn or who to talk to. Victor wasn't an option, I just couldn't bring myself to tell what has been going on. And the rest of the people I trusted were few and far between, and I didn't want to burden them with my troubles. But the need for connection, for someone to understand, was overwhelming. I felt so alone, adrift in a sea of my own emotions that I couldn't control.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I tried to hold them back, but the effort was futile. They spilled over, running down my cheeks in silent streams. That was how close I was to breaking.

I needed to put an end to all this, to put the pieces of myself back together. But in that moment, standing by the side of the road, all I could do was cry. I cried for the pain, for the fear, for the exhaustion that had seeped into every fiber of my being. I cried for all my lost and how long I was planning to keep enduring.

I didn't have all the answers. I didn't know how I was going to move for