Brave. Singular. Same thing.

What does it mean to be brave? What do you have to do to be considered brave? What does it take to be considered brave in another’s eyes?
Lately I have gotten this a lot, “Lindsay what you’re doing is really brave.” and the truth is that I am not saving anyone. Some people might even say that I am running away from my problems, but I swear I’m not. Moving to New Mexico was a way for me to get sort of a fresh start from everything that was burnt out. I have no concept for time or distance and obviously I have no concept for fear or danger either. I realize what I am doing is brave to some people, but to me it is just something that I have to do to proceed in life. Everything happens for a reason, and everything will be okay no matter what, and if everyone realized that, then our anxieties would be a lot less pill privileged.
My whole life feels like it could cave in at any second, I felt that living back in Michigan so moving here not much has changed. I can’t explain how singular I feel in this world. Jesse used a metaphor with her friends the other day when we were talking “it’s like trying to fit a square into a circle.” Sometimes I wonder if there is really a person out there complementing me? Everything seems so out of reach.
I really want to meet new people.