Grieving over past injustice & unfairness kept me from growing. I'd get up at night & walk the floors, dredging up past hurts. I'm ashamed of myself when I look around and see all that others have endured - managing to go on and make a good life for themselves in spite of horrific things happening to them. Trying to push down my feelings by drinking was all I knew how to do at one point. I'm learning to live again too. I have to get it right this time. It's so hard to pick up the pieces, gravity. I am trying. Thank you for helping me with your words. Love, Joanie