It's been a long road, but I'm learning to shed the expectations of others. (Had a 'eureka' moment about a month back that helped.) The issue is I'm not sure if this feeling that I'm not enough... not quick enough, not smart enough, not trim enough, just not ENOUGH...

I don't know if that's mine or theirs anymore. When I feel this way, it's no one else's voice I hear but my own. I feel like I can do better. But... mental illness kicks the shit out of me sometimes, and I've had a rather... rough patch lately. Stress isn't helping any. 

But I'm moving, and I feel excited and scared and happy. But the man I love is going to be with me, so... I won't be alone. Finally, I won't be alone. *tries not to be all gooey*