The Deist is. And Lazy Buddhist. And the BFF-DRE.
So ... okay. After putting up with (she says with a grin) the BFF-DRE sweating and stressing and drinking far too much Starbucks every November, I'm going to do it, too. Nanowrimo.
Little Warrior is supposed to end treatment on October 31. Perfect timing, that?
I will tell her story. No, that's not true. Only she can tell her story. I will tell my story, about her journey.
It is not about telling a story, or writing a novel. It's about dumping, dumping, dumping, all that has been inside me for the past 3 years. So that I can slow down the constant processing of it all. So that I can make some room in there for my others kids, and my husband, and oh yeah, me.
This might be the best therapy I can get.