Other Me: I fucked up how old I am. Again. I'm broken and stupid.
Me: Stop being so hard on yourself. It has only been 2 and half months. And you know that if anyone else said the things that you say to yourself you would be angry with them. You are amazingly strong, and things will still get better.
Other Me: I hate feeling this way. I hate that concerned look and tone of voice that my family gets when I make a mistake. It makes me feel broken.
Me: You and I both know that those things are temporary and you only make those mistakes now when you are tired. It used to be all the time, but you are getting better.
Other Me: What if it never goes away? What if I feel confused like this forever? That scares me.
Me: I promise you that this is will get better. You know that it already has. You have only been home a short time. There is so much healing to do still.
Other me: I just want to be the old me again. I wish this had never happened.
Me: But think of what you have gained. Think of the people you met that have changed you. You are a better and stronger you for going through this. You have learned so much about yourself and others. You are closer to your husband and your parents. You know how much you are loved. You are alive and grateful. You are blessed.
Other me: I am sad.
Me: It is okay to be sad. It is okay to cry. Let it come and let it leave. Because I promise you, you're got this. You are stronger than you ever imagined, you are loved, and you are safe.
Other me: Thanks. Let it come, and let it go. Right?
Me: Right. You got this.
Other me: Thanks.
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