"You need to let go."
"Uh, wait, what, how did you know that?"
"…the sword, man, you’re gripping it too tight, relax your arm."
And that’s when I decided to go back onto my antidepressants. I have been so proud of myself lately for being as together as I have been, but unfortunately there’s still a lot I need to work on, and I need to learn to let go before I can fully trust my attempts to rejoin the human race.
But don’t get me wrong, so much has changed. My friend David called me and remarked that he had to drag me out of my house for the ren fair last year, and this time I’m leading the pack.
I’ve come further in a year than I thought I could. But I am still not complete on my own, yet. I still need to learn to stand on my own.
Thing is, though, something someone said to me recently: “Everything happens for a reason” and I always passed that kind of rhetoric off as optimistic nonsense. Except I am beginning to believe it.
I hate giving up control. I NEED that control… except I think it’s going to destroy me at this rate. I need to learn a different way.
Yo this is prime cuddle weather pls come and put me in a headlock and wrap your legs around me
My dad recently told me, “There are many people who will put you down. Don’t be one of them.”
And that sticks with me every single day.
When I have kids, the rule is going to be, ‘you can be whatever you want to be; a doctor, an artist, a stay-at-home-mom, a stripper, a monk. You can be gay, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, straight and everything in between. You can be a UU, Christian, Hindu, Ba’hai, Atheist, Questioning, whatever. You can be any gender you want, just tell me, and I will support you. But the minute I hear about you bullying someone, we’re going to have a serious problem.’