So there’s that. The battle between head and heart. The unavoidable and irrational internal struggle you face when your worthiness has been put into question. Who am I?
I am that person I wish I had when I was seven years old and nine and eighteen and twenty-one years old - the person I wished was there to protect me and guide me and stand up for me, but wasn't. I have always been her.
I don't want to write about 'two years ago or four years ago' anymore. I want to write about today. I want to write about tomorrow. I want to write about ten years from now.
