Something Martin once wrote was called 'Don't Forget to Breathe', and I kept telling myself that. In the good and the bad moments, remember your lungs, your life, your surroundings.
I've gone. Disappeared, left it all, in 10 days I packed up my world (and left only a few boxes for my parents to store behind). Now, a new journey, a new adventure.
Things are clearer here. They make sense, they tick away, they work. My head works. My brain and legs and heart work too, and I love feeling alive and free again.
I just miss the boys I left behind. I keep having dreams about Luke, about still dealing with stuff from the flat. And I feel a little lost from not seeing Ben in such a long time. But all in due course.
This too shall pass. Just, remember to breathe.