Anger notebook

“You are not back there, you are ‘here' now.” I hate speaking in front of people. But I wrote a love letter to myself and read it out loud in the group. I wrote letters … never have I ever written one to myself … It felt different. I smiled, a half-repressed smile of amusement. I guess (when the day comes), when these words I jotted down start sounding convincing to me. I’d know … I’ve made it.