Yesterday, I studied myself critically in the mirror as I dressed, and thought, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MONTHS, "Hey, I don't look quite so horrendously fat." But, you know, it is a very flattering mirror.
I talked with someone over the weekend who was better than any therapist I have ever had. I talked with someone who knows that when you feel the way I do most of the time, small, everyday annoyances feel like you are being punched. And that you don't wake up in the morning and think, Who's feelings can I hurt today? And that what doesn't kill you really will make you stronger.
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