"In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn’t change
I was lost, oh yeah
I was lost, I was lost
Crossed lines I shouldn’t have crossed"
This is the song I like today. It was a long, emotionally taxing day. I'm drained. I really felt impenetrable after this experience... like these people couldn't touch me... And here I am not even two months later discovering that I'm still vulnerable. That I have soft and tender parts that are like bruises that they can push that will make me wince. That they still make me angry.
Maybe that's okay. Maybe it's time I started getting angry.