Every time I come here I am in awe of how verbose and vulnerable I used to be. The reckless abandon with feelings, names, and details that nobody ever asked for. Not to say I'm any less vulnerable these days--I am. I've most likely inherited the genetic (but undiagnosed) anxieties that I see in my mother, father, uncles, aunts, cousins, sisters, ( Read more... )

and i have found my way back here 

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