- Apr 14, 2021
I've never done this before today. I attempted to recall a particular memory on my own to write about in what I'm calling my "scrapbook of the mind" and was completely flooded with much more then intended. I panicked, thought it was time to reach out, I need to validate there are others like me. Differincerate somehow. I hope this is a safe place for my other parts to talk, and they will, only in constant review will I know how they (I, we, us) will react to this. Please understand that I'm not able to understand all the time. May we find comfort within, outside of one self, with no judgment. We are full of many faces. It's time I try reaching to others for the solace that hides within my own mind at times. Asking only of acceptance. I have so much to give. Thank you for reading.