Work it.

I’ve been trying to write an entry for weeks and I just can’t get it together. This fucking pandemic. 

I’ve been busting my ass trying to work through my trauma and it’s exhausting, and painful, and trying, and beyond any capacity I thought I had before. 

I’m oddly comforted because I know, for the first time, I’m actually on the right track. I’m doing the right things. And I’m processing everything. One of the more difficult things has been to try to remember details I’ve blocked out. But I’ve managed to put some pieces together and continue to make progress. 

Boundaries have been my most useful tool during this time. I never really realized how much I let the demands from other sway and guide my life. That’s silly. It my life. I’m going to decide how I go. 

It’s been insanely difficult as I’ve been so vulnerable. Another reason why boundaries have been a life saver! 

My entries have been and will continue to be short and few and far between. I’m not quite there yet, but I’m working. 

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