I've been crying for porn stars.
Remembering lost loved ones.
Taking back control of my own life.
Soothing well learned fears.
Feeling nervous for an upcoming procedure.
Letting go.
And,
Enjoying another.
Appreciating our health and skills in communication.
Experiencing thrilling and lovely times.
Meeting weekly with my closest friends, planning adventures when we can.
Building community.
I think I'll feel better in two weeks, after what seems to be the event where my past & present collide. I'm trying to breathe instead of continually panicking.
