My tank is dry. Some people make agreements they regret and blame you for it. Sometimes it’s brutal to hold the waiting for them to make it right. Sometimes they misremember the agreement.
I always respected boundaries before my executive dysfunction locked my down into subconscious body response. It’s driving me. That’s the mask. I made some sweet videos last night. That’s me. I’m fighting to communicate again and it’s making me look competent in ways I need freedom from fighting my way into. I need space to breathe. I need to see the ocean.
