I'm being wisped away into another part. Today marks an anniversary of something I will never forgive myself for. It was by far the worst thing as a person, mom, and what I used to do at work. It was a total "accident" but for me it won't ever matter. I have detached myself from so so much and I know I'm missing out on so much. I am tired, my parts are tired wanting to throw the towel in. The world is going downhill fast, why wouldn't I isolate? I am and all my parts including new ones cannot make sense of any of it. It begs the same question over and over- why bother anymore