I realise that I have sat with the feeling of needing to scream, and survived it.
I realise that if someone asks me about my father, it is very difficult to hide my shock at being asked about him, after years of him not being in my life. I realise that I handled that situation quite well, as I didn't run away/escape/leave the building in a rage. I was honest without going into horrendous detail.
I am stronger than I realise sometimes. I put up a front more often than I realise, while simultaneously finding it difficult to hide my emotions when I'm more aware.
I realise I need to work on some things.
I realise that I am alive and I am thankful that I'm not dead.
I realise that I barely have any plans for the rest of the year, and that is quite sad to me, so I will try to find some interesting things to do.