Is this what therapy feels like?

So, the Bad Dog Short Play Festival is over, and so is my show.

And it felt good. It felt really good to share my story to laughs and gasps and applause. Both nights when my scooter was wheeled out in front of the stage, it got an extended round of applause, and when I began speaking the final lines of the show, I was literally choked up. That surprised me. I spent so much time playing it cool that I dismissed the emotional impact this ordeal was taking.

It didn't hit me that it was over until I saw that scooter in the spotlight. I could let go of a whole lot in that moment.

Validation.

Felt really, really good.