For some things.
Let me clarify. I’m neurotic as all hell and I’m acutely aware of it.
I know I’m hard to read, have a sailors mouth, and talk loud out in public. Like many, I’ve labeled these as neuroses, but honestly, I’m not going to do it anymore. I’m not neurotic, I’m not flawed, and will certainly not apologize for having obnoxious traits. I’m an imperfect woman, I wont change, and I think I’m braver for it. I’m not afraid anymore.