It’s strange and beautiful to realise that you can be simultaneously proud of how far you have come and aware that you have barely scratched the surface of who you could become.
the embarrassing part about missing someone is knowing they probably went on with their day perfectly fine while you were somewhere remembering everything.
sex is cool but have you ever had someone give you so much emotional safety that you were able to break down & process trauma right in front of them without fear of being judged or ridiculed?