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Stitched Together

Not long after I was born, I was given a small blanket. One that I slept with each night until I was nearly twenty-five.

Now, I know what you're thinking... This chick has some serious separation issues!! You’re right, but we didn’t put a label on it back then. I just knew it provided comfort and reminded me of home.

LONGING...

Captain’s Log - “Distraction Free Day One…” With a kiss, I ushered my husband out the door at 6:53 am leaving ten long hours to fill until his return.

What should I do - watch television, not enough energy to clean, was it too early to call someone?

The internal chatter continued as I shuffled into the kitchen to refill my water bottle and find paper to make my plan of attack.

In a matter of minutes, I was hit with the realization of my sudden spiral into the abyss of social media. Those hours of mindless scrolling symbolized a temporary band-aid, a way to occupy my day. They offered a mere distraction from the physical pain of my illness and emotional emptiness of spending so much time alone.

Words...

A group of grade school boys raced by as one shouted out his stinging remark… “Don’t let the ‘Goodyear Blimp’ on the swings, she will break them.”

I hurriedly brushed the tears that escaped while trying to muster every ounce of courage I felt and shouted over my shoulder. “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”

Boy was I wrong!!!