It’s 1:19 AM on Christmas morning. I am awake because I wanted to get real about some stuff and blog about it. But I typed and deleted. And typed and deleted. And now….I’m so exhausted that I can’t face my issues anymore today. Sufficed to say: It’s Christmas, the anniversary of the worst day of my life. My husband is sleeping like a baby and I want to get in my car and drive as far away as I possibly can.
But I’m not. I’m still here. I will be ok. We’ll talk later….
Miss Striking
