Graduation - The Dress Rehearsal for the rest of your Life
I used to write often. Thoughts to ink, that was my Therapy. Live and die by my emotions. Write them down to sort them out. I think maybe it all just became too much to even "write out loud". "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you." - Maya Angelou _____________________________________________________________________________ I awoke in tears again last night. It's the alone, at night, it takes me back. 17 year old me. Standing in front of the father I had never known. Asking him if he would like to attend my graduation. He lived not far from me, raised my half sister and her older sister; a year older than me, she was not his, but he raised her, and he loved her. "I'm graduating with honors" (💔 Please know ... I'm worth something). "I'd love for you to join us." (💔 I really need you to care.) He's sorry, he has to work that day. Wait... I didn't give you the date or time?! He cleared his...