• Men: Not ALL men.
  • Men to their daughters: Yes, all men. Every single one of them.

Venting.

Feelings build up in you until they start to fester. They fester until emotional turmoil becomes physical, polluting your body and relationships. I’ve always felt like communication is the foundation of all human bonds: you can trust someone you can talk to, you can fall in love with someone you can trust. So I keep close the people I can share my frustrations.

I’m entering new phase of my life, and life has challenged every facet of who I think I am and what I think I know. It’s not a pleasant experience. At all. While I have confidence that time will solve every problem, I question everything about everything every second of the way.

It eats me up inside. And I do know that I won’t make it unless I let these fears and anxieties and doubts out.

I thought I had found someone I could vent to tonight, and it didn’t work out so well. Find someone that understands you: what you feel and how you express it. The person that allows you to be you, who doesn’t force their advice or emotions or goddamn selves on you, that person is therapy itself. Most importantly, when the time comes and you’re over your shit, can find refuge in you.

I’m almost convinced whoever that person is, where ever they are, and despite whatever they may hear from you, is the one for you. I guess life will reveal that person to me in time.

"A big chunk has been torn away from me, and I’m just tryin’ to get back to being whole again."

"A big chunk has been torn away from me, and I’m just tryin’ to get back to being whole again."