I've been watching this series on Netflix called 'Grace and Frankie' and I really like it. They mentioned how amazing of a woman Indira Gandhi is and I watched her interviews and became enamoured by her grace and charisma. She's the definition of a strong woman. School is going so well, which I'm really ataken back by. I don't know, I was nervous about starting the semester at a new school. I was so used to school at my community college. I found out my GPA was 3.971 and that made me feel better. All these years I've been in school, I've been trying my absolute best. When I was taking a walk around my neighborhood, I saw these two kids on a scooter. They looked like brother and sister, but I could be misplacing their relationship. It reminded me of Sidney and Nicole... me and my brother. We used to go everywhere together and do everything with one another. I miss that sometimes and it can be a bit hard to move forward without Sidney. It's hard. It's not easy. The trauma of losing my brother has made and molded me into a person I never imagined I'd be. And I don't mean that in a bad way, but I am changed. Also, had to let go of ANOTHER therapist today. The notion of my multiple diagnoses and extremely traumatic childhood has left me at a point where it's hard to get the help that I need. The help that I ultimately deserve to reach the heights that will satisfy the little girl in me. I have to remember that I'm on a journey and everything is not always going to be on easy mode.. I also want to post more on here but I have no idea what to say sometimes. Writer's block. And then there's times where I can't stop posting, can't stop writing. Guess that's just the ebb and flow of life.
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