March 19

The shirt:  Sassy or stolen from resident of group home?  You tell me...
 
 
 
 
 
 

I keep starting and ending entries because I have no idea what to say.  I don't feel like being funny.  I don't feel like telling stories, I just don't feel like sharing.  What I want to do is curl up in a ball in the bed of my truck, cover myself with a...ahh...I don't know, a something, and just stay there until everything gets better,  however that's going to happen.   I want someone to curl me up in their arms or wings or whatever and say "Dana, you are okay, just as you are.  You are not broken.  You do not need fixing.  You really are okay.  You are.  Please don't change."  And they'll keep saying it to me and saying it to me until I believe it.
 
 
 
 

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