Contrary to popular belief, I am not always the bouncy, happy (sometimes annoyingly so ;-P) Tiger that everyone knows me as. I have days where my doubts come in and smack me upside the head and make me want to run away from everyone and everything. Monday was one of those such days.

I'm still feeling more than a little broken and sore, but I'm alive and still in the rat race. I know there are others out there worse off than myself, but I also know better than to invalidate my own emotions. A good chunk of the emotions have been working themselves out, but there's still bits and pieces (namely those where I feel like my chibi Tiger cub self are going "hey, don't forget about me over here") that I'm still working to squash out. It's not entirely easy. And some of that squashing hurts. All I ask is for a bit of patience and the occasional reminder that I'm not being forgotten.