I am sat here, in my hotel room in Sydney. I feel that same loneliness that I did when I lived here. Don’t get me wrong, I have the most amazing family here who have dropped everything to come say hi to me, at the drop of a hat. Yet, there is a hollow in my heart.

I’ve been here for four days, and my flight back is tomorrow. I am just counting down the hours till I board. It feels like I am escaping prison. But this is just the PTSD talking. I remember the rough nights I had here. The things I put up with. I feel like I had become a burden on myself.

I know this is just a temporary visit, yet my palpitations were so loud as I waited to board my flights to Sydney. Will there ever be peace between us, Sydney? Because, I do love you, but I cannot handle the overwhelming feeling of sorrow at the sound of your name.

Until next time,

MiliG