The Week I Didn't Want

I had a week where I did some things I didn't particularly want to do.

I didn't really want to get on a plane for three hours.

I didn't want to have this therapy session.

I didn't want to plan a follow up call for next week.

And at times like these, life can easily feel unfair.

I mean I was the one that was sexually abused.

Why do I have to help fix other people's problems?

And I don't. I don't HAVE to do anything.

But what I do want (desperately) is to live in a world where people feel loved and safe. So this past week, to accomplish that, I had to do things I didn't want to do.

And ya know what?

I'm proud of myself for it.