Things are going really well right now. It kind of scares me. There is a small bit of guilt in feeling happy. I've been much more talkative and laugh more often. People have taken notice. And when they do, I worry I won't be able to keep this up. I worry it's not the real me. And the old me will soon return. Even during the good times, I have to ruin the mood by overthinking.
Today: Like most, I'm trying to figure things out. Sometimes that's day by day, moment by moment, and even breath by breath.