I’ve always avoided pictures of myself, but I shamelessly took a picture of myself mid-vacation, working in the pottery studio. When I posted it on Facebook, I described it as the photo I took because I wanted to remember what I looked like when I was happy.
The day after we broke up, not only did he change the locks on our shared condo, he also emptied our bank accounts and left me drowning in debt.
adventures in self-discovery
It seems that years of trying to be everything for everyone -- and decades of sweeping the question “What about me?” under the rug -- all but ensure that you will eventually trip over your emotions like a giant mound under the carpet.