Gail:
Everything is so confusing. I feel out of place. So confused. Why am I broken? Why do I have to have a jumbled up mind?
AM I CRAZY?
I am smart. I am not crazy. I am unique. I am cared about. I am not alone but I feel sooooooo small. So little and at times helpless. But we are not hopeless. We are fighters. We are done being treated like a crazy person. I am me. We are us.
I am backwards. I am loopy. I am us. I know we can get healthy again. We are eating: we are drinking. We are trying so damn hard. One day at a time. One meal at a time.
I am not crazy. We are Abbi. We are big. We are little. We are complicated.
But we are ok. We are going to be ok. End of story.
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