I've been quiet lately.
Ruby committed suicide six months ago, on January 29, 2017. I've tried to keep a calm demeanor, but beneath the surface I've been anything but calm.
I never spoke about the stress of being someone else's foundation.
As another anniversary approaches, I try not to remind myself that she'd probably still be around if we hadn't separated.
Instead, I've buried myself in work. I've surrounded myself with distractions. I've put my introspective mind to sleep. And with it has gone my creativity. Kindness. Empathy.
Is it any wonder that the latent guilt and negativity fester? Is it any wonder that my sense of purpose fades away?
No more. It's time to wake up.