My last entry was difficult to write, and think about. I’m debating whether or not I’ll leave it up, and wondering why I’m mulling over these things at all. It was a long time ago, and my family isn’t in my life anymore. That should be enough of a reason to move on, right? Yet at the same time I can’t help but think that it’s hard to reopen a wound that never fully healed.

During the trying times of my life, I was unaware that I was going through something adverse. So many things were normalised in my childhood home that I’m still discovering to be inappropriate, or inaccurate to this day.