from Hannah.

I just cried in the shower.

I have never been asked what I want. Or what makes me happy.

I am a million years old, I am 15 years into an unhealthy relationship, and I have never been asked.  And, because I’ve been so busy for all this time, managing my situation, it’s never occurred to me to actually think of what it is that I want and need.

I cried, thinking about the fact that I don’t have any kind of answer at the top of my mind. I am so sad that I don’t immediately know answers to things that I should inherently know about myself.

I needed those questions, that make me think about such things.

Being asked what I want, and need, was overwhelming. In a good way.