The fighters. The conquerors. Those who deal with their issues, who emerge out of their pain by swimming through it. I am not among them.
I can no longer continue denying to myself that there’s not anything wrong. I know there is… what I don’t know still is what exactly is wrong. I know bits and pieces here and there. Like: I’m scared of being loved, I have trouble expressing myself, I hate/love food, I feel guilty all the time, etc. So how do I go about dealing with my issues? Do I want to go about it? Do I want to really live without their encumbering defects? I know I won’t be lost without them.
I just don’t want to carry all this through life. Or worse, accidently burden someone else ‘cause I haven’t taken care of things. But what do I do? Besides the obvious things of course: Stop purging, start talking.