You know how when you're really stoned and you think and think about all this crazy stuff, including really crazy introverted thougths about yourself, and then also about how you love everyone, or even a highway?

My day was like that. I felt close to love, close to God (but I wasn't high, haven't been in ages). I know that healing is happening, I can feel it, and at moments, crazy as it sounds, healing from hurts you've held onto for so long... can cause some trepidation. But I'm at least ready to say I'm tired of pretending that everything's okay and that feels good.

I hope the people who have said even little nice things to me have some idea how it has helped me, how just a little encouragement can open the door to some amazing healing - and even the constructive honesty means the world to me. May you get the goodness back in bunches. xo

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