Sometimes, thanks to my illnesses, I just fall apart. Yesterday was a fall-apart-day, and I spent it feeling sorry for myself.
I’m tired. 237 more words
I spoke a lot this weekend to strangers. First at an art event on Saturday, and second at a wellness group for women. The events couldn’t have been any more different, but the theme of the words I shared with both were eerily similar. 661 more words