Lately I have been thinking about getting real as heck with the world wide web as some sort of therapy by spitting some truth about my past, but I am afraid. Of what, I am not sure, but I won’t succumb forever.
I will say that it’s weird how natural it can be to downplay negative events that have occurred throughout your life. Once you’ve had a couple visits with a shrink (or two, or three), it is then brought to your attention that none of what you endured was normal. And suddenly, it’s pretty fucking hard to stand up straight.
Got some reopened wounds that are ready to heal properly, finally