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I am not in control. 
The parents of a college friend of mine bought a lawnmower and needed to build a shed to house it. They ended up with a two story addition to their house.
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Oh, sweetheart. Thank you. My internal bully has one of two names. They are humorous. Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster. Actually, I call my bully an Evil Witch. I have tears in my eyes. The bully is intent on destroying me. I’m intent on saving me. I’m still an innocent 3 year old, already battered and abused. Moving right along…I really am so much better than I once was.
I cry because I have no friends. How could I? I won’t be my friend! My inner dialogue is changing. Within the last year I collapsed. Fiery red blinking light. I was forced to change if I was to survive.
I’m a Warrior Child. I’m having an imperfectly good Saturday. My next choice is to start yet another journal. You gave me the first sentence. I Am My Best Friend. Sending my love, Cathy Gregerson 💗. I might start my own blog.
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