Where does the fucking time go?
Do you ever look back at something you wrote in the past and wonder who that person was? I've done that twice within the past month with varying degrees of horror or bemusement.
Even my last post seems a little foreign to the mindset I've been in. I still question a lot of my automatic responses lately but I'm getting a better idea of what's "me" and "not me." Feeling ok in one's skin is extremely satisfying and I've had glimpses of it.
A bad weekend combined with a therapy appointment this past week seem to have combined to make things start clicking in my head, a little like when I was first leaving the church. There's still more emotion involved this time that I'm fighting against but I've learned to start accepting that as part of the experience and not beat myself up over it.
I still have bad days but the good days have been pretty amazing lately.