The subject of Belle’s blog post today really brought me down. It made me think about my childhood. It was not a very happy childhood. It’s hard to remember the good times but the bad ones can seem like they happened yesterday. I’ve been quite successful at tucking it away in a compartment and forgetting about it. I don’t like remembering. I’ll write about it in depth someday. Not today. I need to tuck it back in that compartment and move on.
I won’t drink, don’t worry. That would be giving the memories power and I won’t.
OK, I feel better already just putting that little bit out there. It was a very long time ago and I am so much more than that today. I’m going to slip out of my “sober is the new black” (thank you Carrie) dress and into a bubble bath. AAHHH, better.