Sometimes you’re with someone and the physical touch is enough to remind you that you’re not alone.

But then sometimes it isn’t.

As I stood there in the concert with bright lights and blaring melodies…trying to stand on tiptoe so I could see, all I could do was lose myself in the music, letting thoughts spill in through the top of my head and down.

I remembered what I decided today and what I learned. I remember the childhood traumas that I discussed in the morning. Next steps, next steps.

And the stream of thoughts circled through me like fresh breaths as they sang, their bodies barely visible through the tops of heads and bright LCD screens making the real unreal.

And then I was back once more in reality.