Forgotten.

I have forgotten teenage angst.

I have forgotten happiness.

I have forgotten who I was.

I have forgotten what hormones feel like.

I have forgotten companionship and friendships.

I have forgotten laughter on way too many days.

I have forgotten patience, within myself and others.

I have forgotten the art of socializing.

I don't truly care to leave my house.

At times the sadness I feel so overwhelming and heavy; feeling paralyzed by the easiest of tasks that all I can do it sit.

I have not forgotten that I trust no one.

I have not forgotten I can't just give up.

I have not forgotten I am someone who is whole inside of this broken person.

But I have forgotten to give myself grace.

I have not forgotten the anger that lives deep inside me about so many different things and people.

Anger at myself and others.

I have not forgotten my temper.

Some days I find myself looking in the mirror and wondering who is staring back.

We are all a work in progress, I just wish the progress and the process was a lot faster and easier to see.

I guess I'll just keep wearing my glasses in hopes that I will have my day to see more clearly.

Until then, it's minute to minute.

Another day, another broken appliance as I like to say, these days that appliance has been my heart.

Just kidding.

I will just pass the time worrying about my broken washing machine, dryer, and now air conditioner and the appliances I can see.

Cheers kiddos, we have got this, kind of.

I have not forgotten how to try, and I guess that is what matters most.

Anyone know some good repair people?

Xoxo,

C.