I wanted my memories back, desperately. I didn’t account for the feelings that come with the validation of my memories being real.

Now what do I do?

I guess the choice is mine.

The urge in me to tear down is monumental right now. I am already doing it. It’s seeping out. It’s infecting me. I can’t quite contain it enough to make logical choices.

Do you know what my trigger for this is? Why I get the urge to tear down everything? My therapist helped me to conclude this in only recent weeks.

My trigger is love.

Try wrap your head around that one.

Lots of love (not in a destructive way),

Kate