Okay, if you've read these posts for a long enough time, you know that I've been on a healing journey. I've been working really hard on fixing a lot of my issues. Now, my world is starting to fall apart around me. I don't feel like getting into it, to be honest. Because it's not the point. It's a lot of crap that I would be letting get to me, a lot of anxiety that would be falling on my shoulders...
But I had the most wonderful realization yesterday. It's not my fucking problem anymore. Do you understand exactly how liberating that feeling is after decades of people pleasing? It's not my problem to worry about. And that makes me smile.
Side note, I also realized after finishing another chapter last night that I've added 10000 words to my story in the last 4 fucking days, how goddamned cool is that?
