Mixed Bag

Is there a full moon out?

My past has become my present, opening old wounds AND bringing back old friends. It's comforting, like wrapping up in my favorite blue blanket and drinking a cup of warm chicken noodle soup.

But part of me fears this, too. I've always been so much stronger, so much less vulnerable. I've always been the caretaker, so why do I suddenly feel like I'm crutching on the people I care about most? The hardest thing for me to admit is that I'm scared. But now, I don't think I even have to admit it. It's apparent to those who need to know.

I feel all jumbly today. Tired and happy and much more like my "old self." Maybe this is what I needed all along, the people that forced me to stay rooted in my own psyche, the ones that stuck by me when I didn't want to stick by myself. This is a good thing, right?