Biting the Bullet

When it comes to my family, I don't know where to start. In a nutshell, it's a mess. Even though I haven't lived with them for nearly four years, I still carry a lot of family-related baggage. And I don't really know what I should do about it. If I move toward them, I am confronted by abrasive friction. If I move away from them (as I have been for a long time), I am condemned to eternal emptiness.

Either way, I have to bite the bullet.