The Journal of Beatrice Grace Parker

On the Mend

Now I should probably stop writing in this journal of mine, because some things are just too complex to put into words. I guess you should only know that we’re both healing. I can sometimes feel that Beatrice and Grace are slowly merging together into a single person. Me. It seems that this new me is a bit of both my former selves, and I have something completely of my own. I have a peace of mind. I have a family, even if it’s a pretty small one, at the moment. I have Theo. Theo is happier, and seems to be my own personal ray of sunshine. He should know he has my heart and soul, but something changed between us after that kiss. He’s still a pain in the a**, and I’m still mental. But then, like he says, everyone has a little bit of SPD in themselves. It’s just that mine was developed, and both the parts of me had names. But no more. I am the one who is strong and daring and sweet and humorous at the same time. I am Beatrice Grace Parker. And Theo makes me whole. I try to make him whole too, but I don’t know how well I succeed. Dr. Russell is healing too. He finally has a son he loves and is proud of. And he’s okay with his son’s mental girlfriend too. Mom has always liked Theo, so she’s okay with us as well. She’s been sweet, the way she makes us feel like a special couple. She can see we’re all on the mend. I plan to give her the trust she deserves.

We are meant for each other, I think. Mom and me. Dr. Russell and Theo. Theo and me. We make each other stronger.