Okay, well, I woke up after yesterday's trauma. Funny how that always happens.

My therapist told me to treat myself as though I were that six year old girl in me that needed cheering up.

What would I do for her?

I would've never ever thought this would have been of any merit, but, heck, what did I have to lose.

So I got a stuffed animal, some purple nail polish, and some flower clips for my hair.

It worked - and very well too. I feel better with my purple nails.