I felt safe.
Isn't that how friendships are supposed to be? I like to think so. I gave my friend the 2013 blog to read in preparation for publishing God's book. I tried to read it just to know what she'd be reading but I couldn't even get to page ten. I felt all goopy inside. Embarrassed by my feelings, experiences, just all the stuff that makes telling my story so exposing.
She's giving me such loving words as she's going along. I keep sitting here knowing I'm still in a depression puddle unable to really talk about anything. I'm isolated in my house. I only go out for volunteering. I don't get dressed unless I have to. I'm not eating again. It's another round of something which I can't label.
I'm definitely not going into the hospital.
I'm watching a friends pommies in May.
That will be nice.