I'm afraid a lot of the time. I stay busy because I don't want to give my brain the freedom to cripple me. My mom died young and if I didn't acknowledge that fear, I would be either blind or stupid. Time is not guaranteed so it means more than I ever realized. I can't change the world, but I can plant seeds of change with the children that are in my care.
My husband and daughter are just as deep in my sinkhole that is my health, but they are the ones who offer me the rope and pull me to safety. I have nothing to give them but love. I can't promise time, but I damn sure can promise love.
I'll blog more. It"ll become more natural to share what is happening in my head, but it will take time. It hurts, but it's a good hurt
