Somewhere Along the Way I Lost the Thread

Dear Delyara, I don’t know exactly when I lost my sense of direction. That’s what’s so unsettling about it. There was no dramatic collapse. No huge wrong turn. Just a slow drifting away from clarity until one day I looked around and realized I was busy, functional, responsible — and not entirely sure whose life I was maintaining so carefully. I think that kind of loss of path is harder to explain because it doesn’t look like failure from the outside. It looks like adulthood.