Dev, I was thinking of you when I was making my bed, sheets always make me think of you and I felt a codie need to make sure you had the best.
We won't be using these sheets to become Halloween ghosts, maybe just angels with crooked halos.
Or we could go as garbage cans, but I get to be the lid this year
Now, for the newcomers here, it isn't our custom when someone returns to share more of their story, to prepare to laugh and spit on our monitors, but there is just something about Dev that makes us do that. She is one of our special treasures here and we've walked a long way together, sometimes prodding each other along but laughing a lot on the way. That's recovery shining, especially when we learn to laugh at ourselves.
Love you, Dev, and I'll keep checking in.
Hugs