This guilt thing that keeps creeping up...it's a tough one to toss out of your head...surrender...give up...lose.
It's toxic.
It gets you nowhere.
I don't know how to feel guilty about the way I was born, anymore. I took it to the land of forgetting and unlearning, therapy.
Sometimes it peeks in at me through the figurative window and I give it the finger...yes, immature childish tactics.
I'm just working on not feeling like a freak of nature, an abberation, an abomination. (Sorry, I've been rereading THE CRYSALIDS, today) I'm epileptic and have GAD and OCD and bipolar. They'd burn me at the stake a few centuries ago.
I'm supremely morbid tonight. Don't pay attention to my morbidity. Indeed, it makes me laugh, ultimately.
Honestly, though...I don't know guilt for being born this way.
But I do know anger and fear.
I'll stop babbling. Welcome back, Alicia. I know you'll look incredible at the wedding. I hope you have FUN!!! HUGS! You've been to hell and back and survived in body/mind/spirit.
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