Food for Thought

After every single therapy session, or even just a dramatic moment of introspection, I find myself exhausted, in need of a nap:) It's because of this. Because it takes so very much out of a person physically to expose their beating heart in words, when it's been hidden for so very, very long. Indeed, I am continuously surprised that I even still HAVE a heart that beats for anyone other than myself. I have seriously thought for YEARS that those days were over.

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