At some point you have to let go and move on. It's hard not to let your past define you, yet as its been pointed out to me a lot lately. I hold on tightly to my past. It has very much defined me.
I'm a little broken and it breaks my heart a little. I used to be fearless, I had a very much I don't fucking care. I don't now. I analyze everything. I worry about everything.
Granted being a Mom brings an element to that mind think as well but the way my ex husband made me feel, did me no favors.
Even though frankly as a person in my 40's I bring it, I struggle with believing that. It makes me sad, I know it upsets people around me.
How at 41 can I have the emotional mindset of a teenager.
Ugh
