So why go ahead and do it, either in terms so deliberately vague as to be laughable, or under rare circumstances of courage flat-out calling it what it is? Because it does help me feel better. Lancing a boil, if you like. Just having said something seems to make a small difference.
Also because I'm fishing for support. Or asking for it now, I guess.
This is amazingly difficult for me. Practice has not made it easier. I am so tired of this. When, exactly, does it get better?
The longer it takes, the more damaged and unraveled I feel.
The great thing about rehab or being in hospital is they take care of you. But once I'm back in the real world, the pseudo-mom is gone.
I seem to be living my life backwards.
Everyone has their own lives and issues, I know. So thanks for listening.