Why i am delaying really starting Project Psychopomp? Or am i wrong and i actually have started?

While I was cleaning in the shower (showerhead came off) I checked in with myself about how I would feel about spending the night at nanay's. I realized that I was afraid. Afraid of what I might find. Afraid of the problems I felt like I had to fix. But the problem with avoiding these things is that they never go away.

This is a different kind of bravery, one that so many people before me have had to put on in the face of the inevitable heartbreak. At least I know that i'm not alone, and that one day I will also be over it.