CAPTAIN'S BLOG
This is introducing my first post in a segment I'd like to call "The Thing".
So I've been thinking a lot, these days, as I find is often my most important job right now. Searching for whatever it is that remains that is holding me back - and the undeniable tether is on feeling good. Now I know how that sounds - but you have to remember, I was a depressed and anxious kid too. I used to have to watch America's Funniest Home Videos or something else that was funny and relaxing unless I'd be too... energetic was how it felt back then. It's easy to look back and change the meanings and memories of things, but I remember the feeling I would get when the show was preempted, or I'd be sleeping at another person's house, and I would just feel so awful - but home was safe. Many times my mother had to come get me in the middle of the night because I just felt... awful. Like, really bad. I didn't know why until, honestly, just a few moments ago, as I thought about the context of when I started to feel bad. I had... an experience, when I was younger. With an older friend. And I mean, it wasn't unwarranted. I was curious. I don't know how old I was, but I must have been older than 8. So I guess 9 or 10. Or maybe 12-14. I really can't remember.
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AuthorChristina Hitchens is a trans female writer living in BC, Canada. She loves computers, animals, and a good argument. Archives
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