Comfort is an odd topic for me too. If I’m having a bad day normally H or some of my friends can snap me out of it. But if I’m having a real moment, it’s like I can’t be consoled at all. Nor can I articulate what I need in that moment. I know it boils down to neglectful parenting, and I don’t know how to move past that.

In other news, my class opened early and my professor wrote this article that pertains to my therapy. I’ve toyed with sending it to my T but I’ll definitely discuss it tomorrow.