…And cleaning up the mess therein.
I often find myself saying “but people wouldn’t understand”. I am sure that may seem self indulgent and narcissistic, as if my problems are *so* much that no one could possibly relate.
No. That’s not really it. That’s not how I mean it. I think, really, more of what’s going on is I don’t relate to how other people handle problems. I’m not faulting “others”, as I’m the odd man out. I see a similar behavior in others which I don’t possess. I really do not know how to ask for help and when I do try to ask for help, I tend to fail pretty epically at it.
Sometimes, I think I should talk to some one, go visit a therapist. The problem is, however, I am not sure I am ready to let these demons out. Yea, no. I’m not ready to walk with them, and likely, by the time I may be ready, they will be in the past…
…and I don’t visit the past readily. The past if gone, and I’m over it.
I may not need that therapist after all. I probably just have to get through today