InsaneJournal

abbie keener -- 012
Okay. I now get to sort through the residual affects of the anxiety, uncertainty, and fear of being nine and coming back from nothing. I will not say that I've taken steps back in my healing progress, but the memories are no longer seven years old.

I am not ashamed of my neuroses, and I need a therapist. Is there one here anyone would recommend? I'll check them out after I make sure I still have a job at the museum.

[Harley]
I'm going to swear, and you're not going to like it, but shit. That was awful.

Are you okay?
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[Cal]
I'm looking for a professional stranger in earnest now, but will you teach me how to meditate? I can pay or trade you--something--for it?
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