past

it's been a while since I had left the room of solitude, though it's debatable to say I ever left it completely.

I don't remember why I left it, maybe I had gotten a different coping mechanism, I got tired, it became a hassle, or maybe I tried to forget about it just like everything else in my life.

there is no true way to find out the actual reason, especially with my poor memory, but I do know it was a bad time, a time when I surrounded myself with noise and constant movement to forget the safety the room of solitude provided me.

I would like to believe I have gotten better and that I am in a better state of mind than before but only time can tell, because nothing ever truly goes away.

i am going to be taking it one step at a time, let's just hope it isn't backward.