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Been saying it ad nauseam for a while but 2022 is officially going down as a 'lost year'. It's both poking fun at the relationship I caused myself to lose and the best descriptor I can really give it - I lost time obsessing over how to fix things, lost sleep over wishing she'd come back, lost emotional and mental energy due to fixating on this one person, this one conflict. I lost her, I lost myself, lost everything.
So we're healing this year, moving on. I got onto a medicaid plan and once I knock out a debt or two I'm getting on that behavioral health shit, that getting myself straight shit. I was told I needed mental help and it's the one thing I one hundred percent agreed upon. I'm getting to it, I'll get to it.
Don't do better out of shame, but out of love. Even if I'm never getting that love back ever again. It's fine. We're leaving it behind, moving on.
I'll be okay.
So we're healing this year, moving on. I got onto a medicaid plan and once I knock out a debt or two I'm getting on that behavioral health shit, that getting myself straight shit. I was told I needed mental help and it's the one thing I one hundred percent agreed upon. I'm getting to it, I'll get to it.
Don't do better out of shame, but out of love. Even if I'm never getting that love back ever again. It's fine. We're leaving it behind, moving on.
I'll be okay.