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( All 10 Days )
Day 10 - One person you can trust.
Not answering with a human person, because any answer feels like ranking, and there are a good number of people I trust with my worst bipolar moments (which, to be honest, Carla 10 or 20 years ago would never have imagined, so that's pretty awesome), and even more I trust to be honest even if I don't share all the broken bits with them, and good grief, my life is full of people for someone who pretty much hates people. But I don't like ranking them, and this feels like ranking them, so I'm doing a different answer.
Oh, no, not myself. I can see why that could be a lot of people's answers, but my own brain is one of the last things I trust. See: bipolar.
I trust my dog to give me all the cuddling I could ever want. Even that's something I don't accept from people much of the time (even people I regularly hug or cuddle, I can't handle it from them all the time), but my dog can be right there every second, so clearly I trust her to be physically oh so close. So yeah. My dog.
(Still boggling over how many people I trust with the broken bits. Even beyond what I'm willing to write about, there's this core few who I've cracked right open before, and they just help put me back together. I am incredibly blessed.)
Day 10 - One person you can trust.
Not answering with a human person, because any answer feels like ranking, and there are a good number of people I trust with my worst bipolar moments (which, to be honest, Carla 10 or 20 years ago would never have imagined, so that's pretty awesome), and even more I trust to be honest even if I don't share all the broken bits with them, and good grief, my life is full of people for someone who pretty much hates people. But I don't like ranking them, and this feels like ranking them, so I'm doing a different answer.
Oh, no, not myself. I can see why that could be a lot of people's answers, but my own brain is one of the last things I trust. See: bipolar.
I trust my dog to give me all the cuddling I could ever want. Even that's something I don't accept from people much of the time (even people I regularly hug or cuddle, I can't handle it from them all the time), but my dog can be right there every second, so clearly I trust her to be physically oh so close. So yeah. My dog.
(Still boggling over how many people I trust with the broken bits. Even beyond what I'm willing to write about, there's this core few who I've cracked right open before, and they just help put me back together. I am incredibly blessed.)
