They're subtle, the changes, uneasy glances and closed expressions; cold shoulders and less contact; remarkable people coming to the foreground and once-remarkable others fading into the ether.
It takes a while to realise what's happening. It takes a while to see it. It may take forever to understand it. But it's their choice to disappear from your life. It's their choice to appear in your life. It's their choice. Theirs. Your choice remains the same. Continue. Continue. Continue.
The battlefield around you is not your concern. The battlefield within is. It's the only one in which you can attempt to control. Your thoughts, your attitude and your
It may feel like you're invisible. Like you're no longer in the real world. That you're tap-dancing in a minefield of memories, fears and hope waiting for it to all blow up again.
Someone will notice. They'll pull you back onto the grid. They're the people you can trust. There are others who will jump into the bunker with you and just be there. They're the ones who have your back. There are others who will drag you kicking and screaming to the front line and show you the truth of the battle in your head. Hold their hands. They won't let you fall. And there are those who will be there for you without even knowing it. Treasure them, they are rare and precious.