To know the help that you need, to ask for it, to receive it.
It is a journey of becoming.

As I become more aware of my thoughts, my feelings, the way the sunlight filters through the leaves, fades behind a cloud, and then re-emerges again;
the way the breeze blows, the quiet of the trees and the headstones juxtaposed against the wailing sirens and bustling traffic in the distance.
As I become aware also of how loss and loneliness can be crushing.

Maybe it's time to go home.