January... that's all I can really say without actually saying it....
It's a new year. So this is the year of healing for me sister. Which means, I'll start to be honest, with myself. With my therapist. With everyone. Because anytime anyone asks, "are you okay?" I feel like a bad person, saying I'm fine. I'm okay. Or I'm meh. Because in reality sister, I'm not. If it isn't the voices in my head, it's my inner demons. If it isn't all of that, it's the past. && Things that could have been done differently, said different, etc. I can't let them win. I have to do this shit for you. I really do. I have to do it for padre. Since you left, I have no choice but to make sure she isn't alone. This is the year of healing. This is the year that I'll get your story out there somehow. I'll figure out a way to help people here. Hell, maybe it could become a world wide thing. This is the year, that I'll stop blaming myself for what you chose to do. I never will understand how your demons...