This past weekend I had a very... emotional, strong, intense admission, breakdown, and subsequent acceptance. I won't post it here, and I don't think it'll ever feel right to post in a place like this, but... accepting it felt big.
I gush a lot about how far I've come and I even still have just... layers and layers of issues. The only thing different nowadays in addressing my issues is that I am wise enough that I know that we heal because we.. have to believe we're worth healing (and we are all worthy of healing).
It's a long, tough, seemingly unending process, but the end hardly matters because we.. will continue to be worthy of healing.
and I'm still healing. I'm not perfect. I don't think anyone would ever want me to be perfect. What I am is... comfortable with that.