When Dr Marry was at the height of his drinking, I told no one. The darker the interior rings got, the harder I worked to maintain a healthy exterior because I was terrified of my reality being found out, of being deemed rotten and cut down.
The start of the next leg of the journey
Look just at the path. Look as far down it as you can. Notice how it bends ever so slightly, out of sight? We think we're on a straight, even path, but we can only see as far as we can see. What is coming is completely unknown to us. That's my favorite thing about literal paths. I love it when they disappear, which they all do because our eyes can only see so far; they move beyond our sight line. However they cease to be immediately visible, that's the part of the journey that has anticipation, anxiety, fear of the unknown and mystery. It might be more of the…