Everything is going to be OK. Then again, OK doesn’t mean anything.
The diagnosis, while not changing me as a person, helped me to understand myself better. It helped me to treat myself better.
You don’t have to make peace in order to be at peace.
Addition by subtraction is a real thing, but it can also be a painful thing. It almost always is.
The things I don’t talk about greatly outnumber the things I do.
So far in the rear view mirror, they don’t even appear closer than they are.
You go places you never thought you would. You become things you never dreamed.
What hurt the most was that I had accepted them.
People like that love company.
Sometimes my posts betray me. I snitch on myself, as the kids say.