The mission has begun. I will cope. I will shoot straight. That's the only option.
Whatever it is, we will cope, I promise.
If you are my companion, my company, I will cope, I will come.
I have struggled all my life to cope with independence, to stand and erase my instinct to cling, to raise up my self esteem to a level that is high enough for real confidence. I have a feeling that it will be my battle all my days. I hope that's good enough.
I guess we are back to "Schrodinger's cat," I'm independent and not all at the same time. No-one can open the box that is my soul, that are my emotions and inner reality. So, I think we are good. I can cope.
I'll cope, but if you find me curled up in a corner, a hug would be appreciated.