Ever since my dad was admitted to the hospital, I didn't know what to feel. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know if I should feel sad. I know by right, by basic, normal human standards, I would feel sad. And I probably did, but I didn't want to feel it.
Why is it that when I want something really awesome and extravagant in my life, I’ll take a step back and think, “Oh but if I have lesser version of it pun ok, as long as I have one”
Omg, I was trying to do the forgiveness step of my emotional decluttering process, when I uncovered MORE painful memories in my life. (I have a whole list which I'm not going to post here, but as I was writing it out, there were lot of things that justified my personality).