Life Of a Sheed
My second post tonight….

is about how much I hate myself and my mind. I can’t believe something like that honestly just triggered me. Acting in a television show 20 years ago just triggered a memory of my ex holding her hand to my face. A memory that I had tried to push back along with the others. But of course like that memory, many more are now flooding my mind and I cannot stop them. I wish there was some way I could just forget those things, never have them pop-up like that again….