The month started some surreal dreams, a month full of mostly tears. I had been mesmerized but miserable in love, overwhelmed with eternal melancholy. Chaotic reverberation. Lost, I wanted only to lift myself beyond the veil of sadness in which I found myself confined, a new place where I could be me—for real.

Realized I had to give up on everything I’d lost—not looking or turning back—shedding the shell that hindered true expression and sensation. Seeing close friends I hadn’t seen in almost two years helped solidify the changes I had made and those yet to fructify. This was the turning point, as I realized I had always had it deep down inside, and close connections with others to help in the quest.