Dysfunctional.

As silly as it sounds, all I want is the answers to all these questions in my head. I feel so far away from who I thought I would be this time around last year and although I know that may seem irrelevant, it's putting a spin on me. When do we learn to move on and let go? There are some places and some words in my life I feel belong to certain people. To me, they're sacred and I thought I could never bring myself to share them with anyone other than the original person. I ask again, when do you learn to let go?
Perhaps that is where my issue lye. The fact is that I never learned to let go, I kitchen sink everything. So I'm coming back to that dark place, I'm regressing. It's no ones fault, there is no rhyme or reason, but I wish I would have taught myself to swim instead of relying on a lifeboat.

How many times can someone drown before they figure it out? I'm so stuck.