I need a journal. A personal journal where I can write what I don't want anyone to read. So that it's out and not weighing on me. But then it's there. It's out there and tangible. That scares me.
So until then.... thank you J. Thank you for listening. Thank you for not judging. Thank you for turning a ready to cry me into a laughing me. In fact, I'm so thankful that I'm going to admit that you are right....if given a re-do, I'd make the same choices.

Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank
you.