You were, Johnny.
We were all gorgeous.
It was wasted on us a little, maybe?
Yeah, I work through them. See what's feeding them; it's often some measure of fear or shame or whatever.
I see it as being kind to myself, cos it's what I'd do for a friend that was feeling bad and asked for advice.
The story you tell yourself in your head about yourself ends up being your life. Or I think so anyway.
We are alive. And mostly healthy. Got some measure of love in our lives. And it's absolutely bloody fantastic.
spoken like a man who just climbed a mountain with a beautiful woman!