Though you write for you, you write for me.
Some days, I forget how much I need to work through and it hits me. I have arguments that should not take place, moods I can’t explain and I just want to hide.
But I can’t.
Until I saw a therapist, I didn’t even know that some things weren’t normal.
I had become so used to my way, that when the human way was proposed I got confused, scared, frustrated.
Every day it gets better. Some days it gets worse.
I guess that’s what humans do: we live.
Thank you for sharing Shae. You’re a beautiful soul and I am grateful to know you.