Much of the time, I find myself short of breath. Anxious.
Not only am I doing deep soul-searching, in therapy, establish who I really am and what I really want to do, I’m doing it all sober so I am hyper aware of what’s going on.
No mask
No excuses
Nowhere to hide
It’s a brutal business.
And yet, there are people still trying to get their way.
I find a lot of it exhausting.
My priority is becoming the most resilient and peaceful I can be. It can feel very lonely. I’m still churning over things that happened with my ex, from people I knew decades ago. It’s all streaming out.
It is a process, not an end result.
Be strong.
Be honest.