On Wednesday of this past week, I found myself journalling at work, trying to find answers about why I am the way I am. I didn't like myself that day. When I put the pen down and turned around, and my boyfriend was there with flowers and Cadbury chocolate eggs. Happy Birthday week to me. My birthday was on Friday. I instantly felt better, and I felt loved, and I felt the urgency of the here and now. Later that week, I saw a painting of Medusa, and used that as inspiration for how I had been feeling.
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