May this feeling stay, amen.

screw it this is perfect icon material

Anyway yaaaaay that’s what I’ve been up to.

I get the sense that healing never ends and so I don’t want to say that it’s a beautiful way to end what’s been a long road, but it really feels like a new beginning. A new chapter, maybe.

I always straddle this line between vitriol and spite (fuck EVERYONE who never believed me, who said I was too much, etc.) and wanting to celebrate the positives (this means so much to me, I cannot even say it) so I guess I’ll do both.

I read this article the other day about trauma and “getting over it” while in the grips of that fight/flight shutdown panic mode, and something really hit: If the stress of acting like it never happened is killing us, the we simply have to live as though it happened.
www.nytimes.com/2024/07/07/m...