Well I am almost to the end of this book and not sure how I'm feeling about it.
I guess in the examples, I glimpsed a small part of myself...if anything, I'm taking away that life is precious, even for the daughter of Ns, and there is so much I want to do yet. Maybe obsessing about them, or others who trigger me to be reminded of them and their legacy to me is all just robbing me of the gifts in front of me.
I took a long bath today after working a bit on my projects...so I was glad to have spent a bit of time on myself today, although I've worried about work and the troubling people there more than I cared to, as well.
I'm a little sad reading this book. I think while the author has tried to be positive, she's a bit depressing. maybe that is good for the daughter of an N, though, as we tend to be realists, maybe? The reality is, being raised by Ns is depressing.
had a little cry about it, but perhaps there is more I've learned and internalized, but am just not able to verbalize right now.
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