reading
Picked this up at the airport and read it in one quick go, and it felt healing in the way that I hope was healing for the author to write it. I'm also glad her mom died, because she was a clinically insane abuser of the worst kind, the kind that makes you feel like the abuse is love.
My life purpose has always been to make Mom happy, to be who she wants me to be. So without Mom, who am I supposed to be now?
This is where I keep track of the things that I read, watch, listen to and make. It's kind of my blog-pinterest-twitter and bookmark folder all in one. I keep it mainly for myself, because I have a bad memory, but it's public because I'm generous like that.