20 & 30 somethings are struggling to be considered independent adults, and are ending up feeling isolated instead.
We were promised forever, not easy.
It hurts to watch. When someone you love is in so much pain it’s visible in the dark circles under their bloodshot eyes, their tear stained shallow cheeks, and the way they now carry themselves, or worse, can’t.
Hitting rock bottom hurts. The descent chips away from us everything we were never meant to carry.