I know I always preach to everyone else about self care, but turns out I am worlds worst at taking my own advice. When do I ever take time for myself? I don't even take time out of a week to post here anymore. Hell, it's been so long since I've used my laptop that I had to update it. That is bad. I guess I've been focusing on everyone and everything else to keep my mind busy and avoid the inevitable break down. Today I finally sat down and did something for myself and it hit me. All the tears and sorrow... right there in the closet floor. There I sat tears pouring. Brandi finally got me up, but god the emotional torture sucks. Now I wish I could just bottle it all back up. Okay, maybe I should give somewhat of a back story to what I've said already. I was cleaning out my closet so I can put up my fall and winter wardrobe. During the cleaning out I found some tikki keychains my mother had sent me from Hawaii... Back when things seemed promising. As I held
