… your actions and words feel like solid evidence that I’m…valuable? good? worthwhile?
But it’s a different kind of solid evidence. It’s not like good grades or a promotion or compliments. It gets in underneath where it sticks in a place that logic can barely touch. A place I’ve been fighting to substantially alter for decades. I’ve succeeded. I’m a fucking champion for getting to a place where I can let you see me. But historically there were only two things that succeeded in altering my subconscious: drugs and shitloads of time. … But YOU!!