Yes, it is very hard to share. Especially when afterwards you realize humiliating yourself by telling someone a few of the nastiest things you've done, yields nothing. I don't know what I was looking for. Being able to confess to some one you were a sick perverted punk does nothing but make you feel worse. In all honesty, I likely dished out just as much (if not more) other kinds of abuse than I received. I should be unhappy. I don't need to go to therapy anymore to understand why. Hearing different reasons and excuses doesn't change anything.
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"Joy is your sole's knowledge that if you don't get the promotion, keep the relationship, or buy the house, it's because you weren't meant to.You're meant to have something better, something richer, something deeper, Something More." (Sara Ban Breathnach)
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