I feel weighed down. I have traversed the desolate landscape of my own psyche, an ordeal that has cleaved the essence of my being. I am determined to reclaim the fragments of my former self. I have neglected one fragment, my friends. I have pushed them away, not out of malice, but because I thought isolation would protect me from the pain. Yet, in that self-imposed solitude, I only deepened the wounds. Reaching out now feels like an insurmountable task.

I now realize that they were not just fragments—they were pillars. Their presence has always tethered me to something greater than myself, offering light in the darkest corners of my mind. Reclaiming my former self requires not only introspection but reconnection. It is through them that I can begin to stitch together the frayed edges of my identity, to rebuild what was shattered, and to rediscover the strength that once defined me.

So to my friends, I am sorry. I apologize for the distance I created, for shutting you out when I needed you most. I see now that I can’t rebuild alone. I ask for your forgiveness.