The thing that strikes me so much, reading old entries (which is the only way my dumbass ADHD-addled brain remembers anything), is how afraid I was.

I was so scared.  So scared.  Of being seen, known, judged, and found wanting.  I was so terrified.  In casual interactions, in intimate relationships, in everything with potential consequences.

I can't say I don't give a fuck, these days.  But I give considerably fewer fucks.  Far, far fewer fucks.

I can't say I'm unafraid.

But I'm trying to find out if pushing through the fear is worth it.