I’ve healed various parts of myself that have been fucked up, mostly mentally and emotionally, and when I’ve found myself normally able, the first reaction I have is grief. For all the years before I even knew such things existed.

I steer, on purpose, into gratitude, and I take what I can get. But there’s a little secondary voice that wants to be bitter and hold it against people who had the ability while young.

I lack the eloquence to describe the look on her face when she found out about it. But her answer was, "Oh, great, so I can trade in the problems I have now for new ones we can't even accommodate yet!"

She's very much an enemy you know type of person.