I made it through the month at work.
I didn’t call out. I only cried once.
That was even with my family doing weird shit again. I started trying to talk to people more.
I still feel completely insecure about everything. I feel like I have to explain myself, and like I’m not good enough. All of the time. But I am realizing that I am my own person with my own thoughts and feelings and it’s okay for me to have them.
While I’m still not at a point to where I can completely share everything, I am getting there.
I do not believe that the universe exists as some sort of all knowing being. Or even that there are any deities at all. Although, I’m more likely to believe in them than in the concept of one deity ruling over everything and figures coming back from the dead.
With love,
Diana
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