Apr 14, 2010 17:06
once upon a time my head fell in.
it doesn't feel this way anymore.
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This should stress me out, but it won't. I'm expecting the same things I dished out when I was recovering.
I'm expecting denial, tears, late night calls, hatred, anger, rage, resentment, lies, and all the rest directed at me. That's fine. They're healthy. If they don't come out, no one's going to get better. Myself included.
I couldn't have picked a better time to start rereading Healing The Shame That Binds You.
Seriously.
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