Conversations In My Head: The Return of LHG

Hey.

I thought I took care of

you once and for all.

Come on. Did you really
think your little temper
tantrum would make me
leave?

I haven't changed my mind.

No, I know.  But I wanted
to make sure you knew I was
still here.

You know that thing
you do, when you post
about your successes,
your goals met, then
you turn right around and
lose it? You eat everything in
sight?  And you just can't stop?

That's me.

Will you please just leave me alone?

No.  You know I'm in there. You
know that will always be in here.
I just went silent for awhile.  And then you
forgot about me.

I have not forgotten you.  And you
have seen what I can do.

Are you threatening me?

Yeah.  I am.

Don't underestimate me.

I know your every weakness. And
I will be watching.

It's not fair that you

do this when I am

weak.

Are you kidding me? You've
been doing this lifestyle thing
for, what, two years?  And you
still don't get it.

Then tell me.

I will always be there when
you're weak.  Always. Every
damn time.

But, it doesn't have to play out
the way it has for the last 42 years.

I could be your strongest
ally.

But when you fight me, you
feed me.

With your hurts.  With
your failures.  With your fears.
With your memories of slights,
and hates, and every darkness
that you have ever walked through.

I do this to you, because
YOU keep me wounded.

Let me heal.

Please.

I don't know how.

Yes.  You do. If you're
brave enough.

Let me heal, Kevin. And
watch what happens.