Trash the Kitchen
I thought I was on a path to getting over all of this. I had the trash the kitchen party over the weekend, in an attempt to reclaim the kitchen. It felt ok, but I'm not sure what I expected. I have been using the kitchen for it and since so I guess it worked. Eating is not going to be my strong point ever. Daniela Sosa destroyed that. You may wonder why I use her name. I do because I don't want to shy away from the person who was the mastermind to my destruction. I feel both angry and sad towards her. Angry for what she did to me, and sadness for who she really is. I have a hard time believing that she is that person. I know she is but that is truly sad. She will never be really happy. She will always be in a cycle of love bombing and abuse. I'd hate that. Anyhow I need to write more, I need to read my therapy books, meet some new people, and find my happiness again. So many people want to be around me and care for me, but I just want to hide.