Necessary Tears


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.