I just found an anonymous note for me left outside my bedroom door. It is a very kind note, likely meant to cheer me out of my current depression. I am grateful to whoever was thoughtful enough to take the time to leave it. I would very much like to know who wrote it, though I have a guess. Still, I cannot shake the worry that someone, no matter how kind and well-intentioned, knows more about my business at the moment than I am quite comfortable with.
Shame makes me less able to accept kindness. Sick.
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