I think I’ve typed several different things out right now just to say one thing:
I’m scared for you and I want things to get better. Take my hand and hold it forever, don’t give up and just follow me. I will take you to where you can learn to feel good again, perhaps even a little bit confident and happy. I want you to stop thinking, to stop everything and let me just do it for you. I wished that I was really that good, that you really felt without a trouble with me, because I deliver you no troubles and you’re worth my life.
And then I’m not really saying anything at all. Just that I love you, that you’re safe with me. But that is no longer enough. More help, more people…
Stay on top and charge into it with a smile, I say, holding your hand and taking you along. You’ll be fine again, just wait, you’re not the only one.