T,
it's like one giant brave leap forward and then a few scared little steps back again. and that's okay.

things are being said. the buried stuff. not the slightly smaller, neater, smoother things put away in the file boxes in the cupboards. this is the messy, dirty stuff. the bigger pebbles buried in the rubble pile out back. the stuff i couldn't bear to let into the music room, not even in the file boxes in the cupboards. this is the stuff that had to stay outside even at the safe place.

slowly, those pebbles are being brought to light. i'm putting words to things i never thought i would talk about. and i'm saying those words out loud. and it hasn't killed me. it hurts at times, though. it hurts a whole lot. but i'm still here. and so are you.

like you said last session, "we're doing this!".

yes. yes, we are.