I wish she were my psychologist. It went from a simple hello and what could have been a casual convo to a real talk about emotions and scarring and the impact it leaves. Deep truths were spoken.
When someone breaks an arm, we give them plenty if time to heal. If someone is sick, they can have a week off from work.
On the other hand, if your heart is broken, we expect at work on time the next day.
This country is just not good the way we ate taught to handle emotions. Beth said that some people aren't made to live in the US and that I'm one of those.
I believe that.
We talked about things that triggered memories and I immediately snapped to a subconscious response in a hotel lobby to a song that wasn't even heard before being responded to and I mentioned that story without a single detail.
It's amazing how something in me will respond to words I don't understand at all.
I talked to Barry about the risk, pain and freedom that love is and recounted without detail bits of how you and I became. I told him to live fearlessly and shared what I've learned.
Glad I did.
I've so much more to day, buy I'm tired.
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