It came creeping back up.

It came back, something I haven’t felt I quite some time. Today I woke up with that familiar tickle and sick feeling in my stomach that I used to get when I was anxious about something. It’s been six and a half months since Brandi left me and I have been feeling worse everyday leading up to now. Some days I wake up and I think I’m ok, but as soon as something that reminds me of her presents itself I lose my shit. I don’t have any clue what to do to free myself from these feelings, and getting her back seems to be out of the question as she is now in the arms of another. She says “this happened for a reason”, and I really hope that reason presents itself soon because I’ve been waiting for what seems like an eternity.

I think I need to leave San Diego.