The good news is that I’m feeling much better. The aftershock of the panic attack wore off sometime on Saturday afternoon and I made the decision to partake in some girls’ night out adventures. Though hesitant because of my crappy week, I had no excuses. So I threw something together, put on my face, and headed out for a date with my city. With the lights and sounds of cars, buses, and trains in the background, the cool summer night had potential- if I would allow so. After dinner with the girls and a round of Jager bombs, I decided to let the night take me where it may.
I had no idea what the night had in store, and even looking back I’m having a hard time putting all the pieces together. A lot happened that night, and because of what happened I’m struggling a bit. Shades of gray are compromising my mind, and the choice between right and wrong has never seemed so blurred. But without saying more, even though I’m struggling a bit, I do know who I am and what I have to do.