#Honest: هذه ظاهرة. لكن لماذا؟

On and off of dating sites.
Dug deep under pillows of non-apologetic fate,
always the optimist: I can breath.
Never relying on the universe to “blow my mind”.
Higher and higher standards,
don’t want to meet any more men,
go on dates.

Logging journals from 2013, I read the development of my process to cope and evolve.
All throughout the years since, I can see how I became who I am now.
Step by step, clearly intended, I logged major psychological anchors and treated myself my self in therapy.

I’m tired of therapy. I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of meeting. Meet me halfway.