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Happy birthday.

You’re doing great! Keep up the great work.

In honor of the solar eclipse:

To the me in the future, please be in therapy by now.

I don’t remember much about my life before two years ago anymore. What it was like - my routines - who i could’ve become. However, I feel like that identity crisis is waiting to come back.

I’m the villain of my own story, and I don’t yet know how to use my hands to fix.

Hi, I don’t know who to turn to anymore so I’m just venting here again… the pain in my sprained ankle is enough, I don’t really need the emotional pain too.

When the year mark passed, I felt relief and thought once again the worst of it was over. I knew there were still details to clean out and remnants that hold over me, but I thought the biggest items had passed. Today, my mom told me you moved. I had expected as much. She said the house had sold. I know it’s for the better… and yet