I think I’m in a rebuilding phase. Healing had to take place first, after the destruction. Even though I’ve been journalling about both, I’ve not quite figured out what I’m doing. I have some ideas, some dreams still. There are always logistics, and my self-confidence has never been lower. But, I’m not dead, so I might as well find something to do.

There are far too many mean people in this world, so I must find ways to avoid them. I deserve a drama-free life! Moreover, I would rather not feel controlled anymore, especially by people who don’t know they are controlling.

I have time, I think. Or, maybe my time has run out or will soon. But, until then, I’ll keep thinking and creating. It’s just how my brain works.

Let’s see what happens. Can I discover what I reallywant to be doing and not what others expect of me?