feeling broken

ya know, i feel like i've worked so hard to overcome the bullshit from my childhood (here i am, whining again), that it just doesn't seem fair that there is still so much to sort out.

i feel broken, like i don't know how to love or be loved. like i'm really just starting the work i need to do to be healthy.

i don't feel qualified to give half of the advice i've actually given in my life. how rude is that?

i hear my mother's voice in my head, saying the things she would always say. the fear, the insecurity, the desire to isolate so that i can't be hurt.

i know others must feel this way.

i have so much work to do.