Xion says that holding onto bad experiences is like watching a movie while thinking about the most disastrous film you’ve ever seen. The possibly passable flaws in the current one seem disproportionately bigger. That was yesterday.
Today is a rush of old, bad memories. Someone’s still watching me. Why? A picture that reminds me of someone I wish I’d never met. Why did it pop up right there, right now? WHY?
No answers, no answers. But a lot more practice and a tiny little insight. I’m still breathing. I’m still standing. And I’ll go back to smiling.
Any minute now.