Many Nights I Wonder How I Survived This.

Many nights I wonder how I survived this.

Some nights I don’t feel like I should have.

Lighthearted healing - a first

*My friend and I get into my car *

Me:  “Oh, I guess I don’t need this anymore”  *takes down post-it note pinned to ceiling fabric of car and crumples it.*

Friend: “What was it?”

Me:  “He wanted me to leave myself a message to read if I was ever feeling happy or accomplished.”

Friend:  “... what does it say?”

Me: “ ‘[His name] hurts’ ”

Friend:  “Whaaaaat!?” *laughter ensues*

Me: *sheepish silence followed by (awful) rendition of REM*   “Everyyy body huuuuuuurrrts.... sooooometimme”

Me and my friend:  *laughlaughlaugh*

I belong to a local community theatre organization. It's given me the opportunity to meet some really lovely people

One member with whom I get along quite well is a psychology professor at the University in my city. I really enjoy her company; she's a genuine, sweet person.

I told him about her a few times in passing, but he really perked up when he found out what she did for a living.

" Now it makes sense. You understand why she's interested in talking to you, right? She recognizes that something's wrong with you..."

i’m reading why does he do that and this last part has been ON FIRE, i am hollering in my house.