I don’t know if anyone reads my blog, but if by some chance someone does, how do you put up with me? I can’t even put up with myself most days.
This felt like a good closer for the month, the one month a year where I acknowledge that I have emotions, spew them out until I have no more, and then disappear until next year. In actuality, this journal entry is the only thing I’ve shared this month that was actually written this month. Somehow, because I’ve already disconnected from all of the emotions I have written about, I feel little shame sharing them. There is great comfort in hiding behind the defence that those are all old feelings, and you can’t use them against me. That’s how I see it, anyway.
xo, rachel
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