I found a therapist who feels like a smart best friend. She understands my context and my subtext, and as a writer, there are few things more profound. 2022 has been the hardest year I can remember...the year that everyone died, or at least it seemed that way. 2022 soundly kicked my ass. Slayed me. …
It is Never Too Late…
"Beginning today, given all that may be lost to me, I'm taking things back."
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