Evidence I Have Healed

I’m so glad I’m nowhere near the mental state I was in when I last had a diary here. Those entries make me want to drink. I might delete them just to not inflict that on anyone else. I’m still trying to get past the feelings those memories conjured in me. I may be somewhat like I used to be, but I’ve come up such a long way, that I am definitely a different person now.

I may not be mentally healthy enough to become some great big writer or whatever, at this point, but I have stabilized so well that I forget what it was like to be me, back then.

No one deserves reading that shit. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. So I may just download it and remove it. Maybe I should put a giant trigger warning over my profile. I don’t know.

What I did learn, is that I have healed. I may have some loneliness and I may have some things to work through, but I am human now. Whatever that was, it was not quite there.

Maybe I was stuck in the Red Room. Sometimes my arms bend back…