my own words, and then read yours... the words from your heart to mine... and I felt the need to say thank you. This place of mine, it is honest and true... bits and pieces of me. And if I am honest, how can I share the good without the ugly? And sometimes this heart of mine feels downright ugly. Especially when I know I am saying or doing something, all the while wanting to freeze time and give myself a harsh talking to. The words came to me, and flowed from my hand... but I did not hit publish without some trepidation and fear... that you would think less of me. And you... you focus on the good in me when I can hardly see it though the darkness. So I will say it again... thank you.