On Self-Abandonment
My deepest wound.
I was sitting outside in the sunshine for our 10:15 AM call.
The house was busy and loud, so I opted to sit out by the pool for this 30-minute conversation.
The moment his face appeared on the screen and he asked me how I was doing, I broke down in tears.
I had been trying to cry for weeks as I was trying to get to the root of this issue.
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