My counselor asked me today why I’m staying in this place, this place of believing I’m not deserving. I couldn’t answer… I don’t know why. She asked me what I’m getting from staying in this frame of mind that keeps me here.
There is so much going through my head that I honestly can’t sort through it all. It’s just a jumbled mess of confusion and fear. I don’t know where to start… Maybe that’s what’s keeping me here: lack of knowledge of how and where and really why to begin. And what, actually, am I beginning? I don’t even know that.