This song reminds me of my mom's ash interment

The truth is: Some mornings I wake up and sob for what feels like hours. Mourning the tragedies I believe I had foreknowledge of yet didn’t or couldn’t prevent.

Talking about my experiences brings those feelings back up. This morning has been rough in that way. I miss my family.

I would have to think about what and who would be served if I were to talk about them. Right now a lot of them just make me really sad. Well I understand that is part of life that’s not the message that I want to bring to others.

I wouldn’t wish some of my experiences on anyone.

It just appeared one day in the last year or so when my PT noticed it. I chalk it up to some of my other “experiences” but that’s also kinda traumatic.

It’d be nice to know for certain where it came from.

OH. MY. GODS.

Thats a great dress!

Not a bad idea