When my armor gets chipped

So, it's 11:30 p.m, (MST). I went to bed two and a half hours ago. But I didn't go to sleep, I've just been crying. And simultaneously trying to figure out why the words of some stranger on the other end of a call has me so upset. That man who spoke those words to … Continue reading When my armor gets chipped

The glad game

I'm realizing, the more I heal, the more I return to my Pollyanna state. What does that mean? It means, that one of the things I've always loved about myself was that even despite all the horrific things I've survived, I was always able to be glad about something. I was pretty picky about what … Continue reading The glad game