The end of the semester has me tangled in responsibilities.
I confess that I did not wear the dress yesterday- only because I did not get out of bed.
It's safe to say that I'm extremely sick. As I dazed in and out of sleep, I thought about the women involved in sex trafficking. I feel so grateful that I can fall asleep in safety, knowing that when I wake up there will be no one beside me. There will be no one looming over me. There will be no one, except for me.
I pray, pray, pray that they might someday have that same feeling of safety- which is a rightful necessity, not an earned luxury.
There's so much more to share, but I should end here. If you're reading- I am more grateful for you than you could possibly know.
Your story is beautiful and your worth is infinite. Keep fighting for that.
PS- I haven't had much time to take pictures. The gray-sweatered girl is me and the dress at a writer's meeting. In this picture, I'm reading For the Sparrows...which is being published(?!) More on that coming soon.