Is it useful? Do we need it?
Trips to Good Will.
Journeys to the dump.
It feels clean.
In my closet,
"This no longer represents who I am."
Out it goes.
I am not the same person I was when we arrived in Lynchburg two and a half years ago.
A piece I wrote at the time reads like a trip through the post traumatic stress brain. You can feel her not breathing. You can feel her running, looking for escape.
We are no longer in "survival mode."
We are walking toward, not running from.
Thriving now, we step into the next chapter.