#cupiditamala

I stopped to think about what genuine shame feels like. Funny what a visit to a doctor can do to you. Maybe it's because of my family background. But talking to a stranger about the troubling things in my head, it's not the kind of thing you talk about to just anyone, and not feel ashamed about.

I guess it's a good thing I haven't spoken to anyone in a year or so. By now they don't care anymore, or at least I hope.

I start medication tomorrow, when they call me and say they're ready to pick up.

I'm not sure if things are getting better. I left his abuse, but...it's still there with me.