Sometimes, you think you've made it through a hard day unscathed. You functioned, you laughed, you hung out with family, you got important shit done, you even made plans and went out for the night. You think you've made it through and you're okay.
And then you get to the end of that day and finally stop moving. You stop pushing yourself to stay functional and upright. And then you curl up in a friend's lap and sob about as hard as you can remember doing for a solid ten minutes.
And sometimes the only thought on your mind is "I want to go home."
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