I am incredibly grateful for the purging of old memories, old mistakes, old ills that I did early this morning. My immediate reaction was that I shouldn’t have done it, because I saw some very ugly things with the benefit of hindsight. And I know that I have only unearthed a shitload of things for me to work out in my head.
But they are important, critical things. They are demons and deficiencies I have to face and work through if I ever want to be truly happy.
And I do, I very much want to be very happy.
I am grateful also for friends, for one in particular who helped me out and talked to me and with whom I found a very deep kinship. People like that don’t come into my life very often, and when they do, I treasure them.