Day 3: Cry Me a River

I forgot, until late last night, that I was “supposed to” write here. By the time I remembered, I had been crying for hours and felt too raw and too tired. Maybe Raw is a really good time to write, especially given the nature of this experiment in writing to heal. Alas, I did not,Continue reading “Day 3: Cry Me a River”

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