I loathe the parts of me that are not yet strong enough to tell you the words, and to push through the walls that would be erected against them. Perhaps when I'm more removed from it? But then what would be the purpose? Too late for anything. 'Could be too late for it now. I feel calmer now. It's unsettling. Calm before the storm?
Let the emotions in. Feel them, then let go. The emotions are only one piece, they are not all you are.
Breathe. One day at a time, one step at a time. One foot in front of the other. Only then can you live.