“There’s a 4th dimensional you that’s already been through this.”
A friend helped me get through that tough time and a few more after that. The relentless passing of time used to comfort me. As long as I survived, time would pass and I’d get through whatever hard situation.
But, increasingly, I’m regretting the passage of time. Another day done when I didn’t do everything I’d intended. Another month closer to the date I wanted to finish something by without enough progress. Another year on in my life.
I’m not sure when the transition happened. I didn’t see it coming.