This here is a little story about a crazy lady to gave too much to all the wrong people. When you base your life on everyone else’s needs and just keep going to fear of stopping and feeling the pain. Then there is rock bottom …
Nowhere to go but up and no other options. You pick up what you have and move on, my tight inner circle gave me a safe haven and judgement free zone and some strong shoulders to cry on until I could move, and by move I mean literally. The few things I do have include a cast iron skillet and so much emotional baggage that the TSA has me flagged.
My Home Skillet 