I started a new job a few weeks back. I'm still in training. But I find the working with children to be therapeutic for me. Something about getting to play all day makes me feel like I can let my little out again. I'm still struggling, still feeling the burden of letting go of the hurt. But it feels more manageable today. I even looked on his page, and felt no anger or fear or dread. I felt pitty. He looks so sad, alone in his darkness... meanwhile I am accepting that part of myself for just what it is: a side which I can draw strength from. I may not be the picture of mental health, but especially this month (mental health awareness month) I will count my blessings that I have been able to walk with my head held high for a few days. I'm proud of me, ans that's all that REALLY matters.
Buuuut if you want to be nice ans say so too I suppose it couldn't hurt 😁😏😇
