life is good too. it’s beautiful. I think becoming an adult means realizing there will never be perfection or balance. It’s how you live through everything despite the horrors.

I’m always so stuck on the bad, and fearful of speaking loud about the good. What if happiness causes the other shoe to drop. What if? So what? It comes back around to the good eventually. Or you’re better, stronger, more fearless, equipped to handle the next disaster? I might punch people on the way. My therapist calls that boundaries.