In times of pain, when the future is too terrifying to contemplate and the past too painful to remember, I have learned to pay attention to right now. Each moment, taken alone, is bearable. Each moment is not without it’s beauty.

The last month

Found out my uncle has liver cancer stage IV.
Little sister came to live with me.

Work conference in Phoenix 

I was put in charge of planning a Huge work event, which was extremely successful (thank god).

Started a food/necessities drive for a battered   women’s shelter.

Learned that a good friends cancer came back.

Nearly passed out while driving home one night  and almost wrecked my car. 

Fainted at work and scared the shit out of one of my patients. 

Nearly passed out at home this past Saturday and a spent the day in the hospital. 

There are other things going on that I won’t post on here.

Stressful fucking month…..

All women speak two languages:
the language of men 
and the language of silent suffering. 
Some women speak a third, 
the language of queens.