t/2 – 12’
My mind was a whirlwind during my shower, worse even when trying to go to sleep, and when I woke up, late, on Sunday. And even so, or despite the fact that I was thinking so much and for so long, I kept thinking and thinking with no apparent solution or decision on what to do or how to do it, or where to start.
No matter what strategies I crafted or started to rethink, everything started to point back to the origin: I have to start confessing everything before it gets out of control.
Besides, although I was not technically lying to anybody, it was as if I was committing some kind of fraud of some sort.
I once heard my dad talking to a lawyer friend of his about omitting important information constituted psychological abuse. I wonder whether that would apply to a non-adult per
