ninety-three: progress

i tried to write a progress (self-)report on recovering from childhood sexual abuse and emotional neglect, but it fell waaaaay flat tonight. didn’t come out nearly as clever as i’d imagined; it was more in the vein of pathetic and sad. i think i’ve had enough of my share of that over these past few days, thank you.

if anyone asks me, i’d say i am not progressing at nearly the rate i had hoped…i just want this not to hurt anymore. to be more evolved, more resolute, more sure on my own two feet.