did a little more with the project today...
it's tiring. i got through the first journal in one sitting. only made it about halfway this time.
this one recounts some of the worst stuff: start of therapy, budding sexuality, high school boyfriend uncertainty, pain processing and healing...
one interesting, reemerging theme: the nagging feeling that the proverbial "something" is inside me just dying to get out.
maybe in the course of this work, i'll be able to finally name that "something".
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