The question of our culture. The one that means very little. But...is asked regularly. People ask as a nicety. Kinda funny. But, what I'm learning is to ask the question of myself about myself. And then to answer brutally honestly. It's not easy. Vulnerable. Even to tell myself. But it's healing.
I am growing and learning. I am allowing the really hurt places to come to light. I find that it shocks me when I think about how I was treated. And how I allowed it. Crazy girl, what WERE you thinkin'?
On to new habits. Though the healing still has to take place.
blessings.
I am growing and learning. I am allowing the really hurt places to come to light. I find that it shocks me when I think about how I was treated. And how I allowed it. Crazy girl, what WERE you thinkin'?
On to new habits. Though the healing still has to take place.
blessings.
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