Holy fucking crap, I forgot the awesomeness of talking to a professional counselor. I talk to a lot of people about my feelings, so I’m not sure where the magic actually lies. Perhaps it’s in telling your story to someone who holds no stake in your life (other than being their customer), or that they’ve heard a lot of stories and can shift through the bullshit. There really is nothing like telling a counselor a handful of stories and watching them piece them together and say, “that’s what she did to you though.” as you stop and the light bulb joins you too.

I almost felt happy enough to go join the .83 pre-funk, but based on more people in that group actively marginalizing my feelings than not, I still decided to stick to my earlier plan to stick around the people in my life that actively care [as opposed to saying that they do].

So two major positive accomplishments today. I feel pretty good about it. So good in fact, I think I can take a nap without feeling like something worth missing, is.