Hugs Merope. Comparing struggles between people is something I try really hard not to do. I am “loosing” a child to severe mental illness, my neighbors lost theirs to cancer... I have Autism that made me “different” as a kid, my niece has lived being an insulin dependent diabetic since a young child. I have flashbacks of child abuse my husband has flashbacks from serving our country during combat... the are no better or worse struggles, everyone struggles and everyone does it their own way. T’s are there to help us become whole again. It doesn’t matter why, simply that we need to be whole again and we need help getting there.
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There’s been many a crooked path
that has landed me here
Tired, broken and wearing rags
Wild eyed with fear
-Blackmoores Night
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