I graduated.
Sort of.
Well... mentally.
To a state of... normality.
Ok, maybe that'll never be fully possible (for anyone) but my major issues appear to be worked out. At least that's what my therapist and I have deduced from the last few sessions. So, here comes maintenance time. Which is awesome. Which means I can probably cut back to once a month. Which means less rearranging my schedules, less money spent, and more getting on with living.
The past is the past and things are what they are. I'm no longer letting everyone off the hook but I'm still keeping my understanding side. And I no longer feel like I have to be a caretaker to the ones I love. Will I still be there for them and with them? Sure. Can they still call on me? Sure. And I'll be there within reason. I'll help them within reason. I have my own needs to be met and other people's can come before mine, sometimes, within reason.
After all, Biff did recently tag me a "most willing to lend a hand". I don't want to lose that title.
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