So often, I have something to say but the words get in the way of my brain and my brain gets in the way of my mouth. Instead what I meant to say comes out as me being selfish and uncaring. Or maybe caring too much about stuff that doesn’t matter and isn’t going to help me get better. I am struggling. I am struggling to see that in the end everything will be OK. Because I don’t know if it will. Continue reading I Am Real?