Whoa
My entire LJ has been a dramatic ass teenage diary up until this point. Last time I wrote in here I hadn’t even started therapy yet. It’s wild to look back and see that all the things I worried about were so truly ridiculous. Instead of working on myself and loving myself I was so worried about everyone else - needing their approval - acceptance - love… fuck how toxic is that shit? I obviously haven’t lost my love of saying fuck - some things really don’t change. Reading some of the old entries is so embarrassing…. But I know one thing: the girl/woman/mom/wife I am today is really really proud of how far I’ve come. 💛