During a dark time in my life, I started wearing hoodies ... as security blankets under which I hid myself and a lot of pain. As I work through the pain, come out of hiding, and pack away the hoodies, this is the holding place for the memories and a reminder to embrace life.
Help
Well I finally had to call someone. She's going to help me pack. Which is good because I am a mess. So she'll know what's up. Sort of. I really don't want to talk about it.
