I am so proud of myself. I think I've healed parts of me that were wounded. Today, I didn't get affected by what once would cause me anxiety. Today, I noticed it, but took it in my stride. I surprised myself, actually, at the detachment I felt. Have I healed? Am I okay now? Stronger? Better? Is this what it feels like to finally let go? I hope so.
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