I didn't know who I was, what I thought, what I felt. Then I got sick. Real sick. Things fell away. Many things. Byebye. And I was left. I'm pretty swell. - adult in workshop
I used to think being a martyr was what a "mom" should be. Now, I no longer feel the need to explain or apologize for taking care of me. My wants are important too. - adult workshop
I used to pick my skin blemishes until they bled...Now, I let my tired body soak, rest, and heal with bath salts and candles. - adult in workshop, Texas USA