i totally forgot. it was our two year anniversary yesterday. ours. and i forgot. i hope you can forgive me. [if you're thinking i'm talking about a guy you must be insane...no one would ever stick around that long for me.]
what i'm talking about is my journal. 2 years of therapy. she's been there for everything, she helps me vent my anger, express my joy, share my sorrow...she is always there for me--always waiting for what i have for her next. i think she knows me better than any person does at times...i share things with her no one knows...she knows my secret thoughts. here's to 2 years of my life...its because of her that i've been able to open up to the world, or my small corner of it.
my hope is that i may, in some small way, be able to help someone else by writing exactly who i am and how i am in this journal. that maybe someone can sit back and say--"gee, i'm glad i'm not alone in feeling like that" i want people to feel like someone understands them. my wish is that no one would understand how i feel because i wouldnt wish it on anyone--but i know some people do, and maybe knowing they arent alone can give them some small gleam of peace. maybe a deep breath that can take them on for a little while longer--help them trudge through to the end.
happy birthday journal. you've been good to me.
i hope whoever you are seeing this can breathe a little easier today.
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