Hard work, tired brain.
Tied loose ends.
Found new feelings and reinterpreted old ones.
Made new bonds.
Learned (learning) more and more and more about people.
Maintained taste for melodrama.
Turned my back on the version of me that stops when she's scared.
Working hard toward something without much definition to me yet.
Slow plunge. May endure a diminishing of light and of hope. But I'm scrappy and will not give up.