You are my rock.

We say this about people that keep us grounded. We say this about people that keep us on track. We say this. But. What happens when the rock crumbles?

What happens when everyone that is your “rock” has started to crumble and break. When you are the only one still fumbling around in a world without knowing. When your foundation starts to fall without notice.

How do you recover knowing that your support beams are warped, broken, and failing? How do you move on without unconsciously blaming them for not helping?

My father died. The people that helped me recover from that are dying from the same fucking shit. How do I not blame myself for that?