Some Days I think to myself
I should write a book. I should tell how I came to be this woman. What happened to me. What my journey was. It’s usually at this point my mind says, “But who would be interested?” I guess, I say to my self, those that struggle. Those that cry. Those that think “how can I possibly recover from this“. You can recover, but you must first relinquish control of the out come. Step into the fire. Be Brave sister. Life still can be lived.