It's really conflicting to catch yourself in an unexpected moment of joy, even as your heart lies underground. The guilt begins tip-tapping at your window, asking to be let in.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
I am safe. I can handle this.
Open that window and ask Guilt to tell you exactly what you did that it's still hanging around, and then tell it to move the hell along. And if it doesn't go away, tell it all your friends will come over and help you kick its ass.
Open that window and ask Guilt to tell you exactly what you did that it's still hanging around, and then tell it to move the hell along. And if it doesn't go away, tell it all your friends will come over and help you kick its ass.
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