A couple of weeks ago, I took the huge step of meeting a wonderful friend for drinks and appetizers. In a restaurant. With other humans. It was both nerve-wracking and awesome, the first time I had been in a restaurant in more than a year and a half. But that’s not the point of this …
I’ve lived my life this way for so long, it begs the question: why bother to fight my way out? Why go through the messy ugly painful confusing process of trying to understand why I am the way I am and figuring out how to be different. Both the process and the possible end results …