Those that exist to relive the past

I’ve been very much in the past lately. I even found my Mom’s journal the other day. When I was living in the van I was constantly in the present, which was great, but upon coming back I realized I hadn’t settled with things from the past that would be necessary to settle before I can move forward. Sometimes I think it’s important to dive into that pain and past life to understand yourself better today. Yet if you cry, people begrudge you for your journey because it’s not smiley and positive. I could cry today and feel better tomorrow, but of lost friends because nobody wants to deal with the hurt and shadows. I don’t promote either way. Positive/negative, it’s all part of it.