I’m writing this because I have to.

I’m writing this because yesterday I spent 30 minutes in my car, in the grocery store parking lot, crying and unable to move from my seat.

I’m writing this because the last two weeks consisted of me struggling to get out of bed and some days, I didn’t.

I’m writing this because the past 5 weekends were spent photographing people’s joyous occasions and I didn’t feel any of it.

I’m writing this because I spend most of my days alone, beating myself up because I’m the only one to blame if my business fails.

I’m writing this because I know that I really have no reason to be so sad, but I do.