So I’ve really lost my head over this thing haven’t I?… The words are floating around in my head, a constant reminder that something is amiss. I want to believe it’s fine, but I just cannot convince myself completely. I keep feeling this same low level anxiety I have carried around with me for years – not able to ever find peace.

I really went overboard. I haven’t let go of her at all. I can’t really get past my love for her, and now suddenly I imagine how deep my grief has taken me, to a point of psychosis. This is a telling tale of how lost I have become, to such a degree I question my own worthiness in my job. I wonder if everyone knows how fucked up I am.

Is this actual writing or tall tales?