By the way, I feel better.
It’s nice to get it off my chest.
I know that not everything is bad, but you can’t appreciate the rays of the sun without recognizing the storm clouds they shine through. The idea that we present this idea of ourselves in totality online has to stop, especially from ourselves. What we write or post or show isn’t who we are, not really. It’s a facet, at piece, a shard of the mirror that makes up the whole.
Sometimes, we have to pick at the wound before we can let it heal. That was today. Yesterday was worse and tomorrow will be better. For today, though, my lady loves me, my friends love me, my child loves me (I know she does; she told me so), and I’m a better human today than I was a short while ago. Growth is usually incremental.