More than anything, I wanted to be normal, and in my eyes, the need for counselling meant I was anything but. I was broken and needed repair.
As I write this, I’m sitting in a coffee shop, alone. I’m staring down age 40, but I’m kind of looking forward to it. There’s a lot i’ve learned with age.
I do the things I’d rather not do, small things that are a pain, because I’ve learned small things are larger than they appear.