Bits and Pieces
There's a danger with going through a therapeutic journal-it was written to vent any and all things and stuff (emotional/psychological splinters) so healing can take place. Going back through it, with the intent to blog it, well, it's difficult to know what to just leave out. I've always had problems with that-knowing which pieces to leave out. It's kind of like if you could only keep two of your kids, which two? They're all part of you, all part of your family-you can't leave any out without tearing your family apart. So here's a few ramblings that may matter to someone at some point, but they are pieces that have helped to develop and mold me, so here they are anyway. When I was 11 years old Paula Westcott's mom called my mom. You see her mom stayed home and didn't go anywhere. Paula's dad worked at a lumber yard and didn't get home until after 4 p.m. Paula wanted to join the Girl Scouts (or her mother wanted her to). She would need a compa...