When I said in an earlier post that I had reached the end of my journey, that may have been an exaggeration. I’m still alive, despite the pain that brings, so I still have plenty to discover about myself.
I may not like myself, or my situation, but that doesn’t mean I get to look away from myself. I don’t really know what I’m trying to say. All I know is that I can’t run away from myself. There’s no guarantee that I’ll get better by doing this. But at the very least, I want to know why I am this way. Haywire chemicals and damaged cells can’t explain away everything. Or maybe I’m just afraid of the answer really being that simple.