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i can't carry you anymore. i have my own burdens to bear. i know that life is heavy, but we've all be allotted our own load to lift. i love you. i care immensely, but i'm releasing you into the care of yourself. you're more capable than you think.

tomorrow is the first day of my week of solitude. i'll do what i want and bask in utter-freedom. i'll blog if i want. i won't if i don't. i'll have some company if i need it, i won't if i don't. no doubt a week of cutting myself off from my known world may seem cruel and unusual, and no doubt selfish. i won't waste time drawing attention to what drove me to this state, because really it was a culmination of many things – and i mostly have myself to blame. all i know is that it'll do me a lot of good, and probably everyone else as well.

i'm my own safe-haven lesley = grey fort.
i'm my own guardian of heart meredith = protector of the sea.
i'm my own knight-in-shining-armour mcknight = son of knight.

i'm going to be ok. i just need to watch out for myself better. i have the skills to do it.

come lay your weary head, be still my friend.