This is sad but true. Nobody really knows the real me. My deepest secrets, my darkest thoughts, my wildest dreams. And I am fine with that. I am a complex person and I don't expect people to understand me.
Once you come to this point, it is when true healing can begin and you learn who your core people are who will carry you through. There is nothing wrong with admitting you can't do it all. That is true strength. I cant do this anymore