Context.
So.
Some crying, some offers of hugs from friends, some talking ("I never really had conceptualised it like that before, that she'd been ok letting me think she'd kick me out into the street (whether or not she would have actually done it I don't know now), suddenly my abandonment stuff looks less like random crazy and more like a sensible reaction to how my family acted towards me at that time") and I'm feeling better enough to be making myself miso soup with the portobello mushrooms my harvest box from school gave me and printing off study materials for my 8am quiz tomorrow.
That was pretty intense, and is still lingering around the edges.
Hm.
Some crying, some offers of hugs from friends, some talking ("I never really had conceptualised it like that before, that she'd been ok letting me think she'd kick me out into the street (whether or not she would have actually done it I don't know now), suddenly my abandonment stuff looks less like random crazy and more like a sensible reaction to how my family acted towards me at that time") and I'm feeling better enough to be making myself miso soup with the portobello mushrooms my harvest box from school gave me and printing off study materials for my 8am quiz tomorrow.
That was pretty intense, and is still lingering around the edges.
Hm.