I grew up living with eyes shut, turned away, turned off, tuned out. The hard stuff does not make me feel good. Being willing to see whatever is there is the hard stuff for me. It means keeping my eyes open.
It’s way easier retreating into not seeing stuff. But then the depression hits me, the anxiety, the attention and the forgetfulness. I have wasted years trying to forget my way through my life. And it just ends up getting harder.
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