Wow. Err. It's been awhile Internet.
So, I've managed to partially crawl out of self loathing and pity. There's still a trace I'm shaking out of my hair but such is life, non?
I got a wonderful comment on that last post from Volk-noir. Something about the wording-the use of the word raw made me pause. Because it's exactly right. This is the place I come to be raw and me and exposed. And man has graduate school stripped me naked. Talk about being raw, being open, being exposed. Internet, a graduate school counseling program fillets you. Rips your guts out and then asks to you put them back and sew yourself up whole and complete and healthy.
It's a dreadful thing really. But like getting a tattoo. Painful and worth every ache because it lasts forever.
I've learned so much about myself these past few months. I've grown. I just don't know how to share that with you, Internet.
I've been really deeply interested in my navel. And I wasn't sure if you wanted to go there with me. But I've missed you.
And I'm going to try to write more soon.
The Paper Doll