It's funny how things happen. One day it feels like everything is fine, and the next it's not. For me, it's more by the hour. I know how good my fucking life is going now, and I know how good I have it. But the memories I've suppressed for almost a year are coming back up due to a conversation the other day, and it hurts. It hurts to think about. And it hurts to breathe. Maybe one day I'll be able to go to therapy and talk about it to a proffessional. But there are reasons I don't. Thank God for the one person I told. But why is the pain lingering?
