I've been thinking which for me can be not good. I once thought it was great that you couldn't see my disability. I'm finding that thinking wrong. Denial has caused me more pain than I can say. Truth is one hard cut, but denial is a festering sore. I have to forgive myself. I realize I haven't. Writing this last sentence has me in tears thinking of what I've done to myself. I can't undo the pain, but I can try not to repeat it. Right now, I have to let the anger go. Not all anger is bad, but this is right now.