we sat in a circle and told story with tears in our eyes.
stories of how we were broken.
stories of how we put back the pieces.
YOU ARE READING
ashes and sunflowers
Költészetwords flow through the stream of my thoughts... the warmth of my happiness beats down on my garden, while the depression batters it like a winter storm. life is a wildfire...destruction and growth come hand in hand... through the ashes, my sunflower...
group therapy
we sat in a circle and told story with tears in our eyes.
stories of how we were broken.
stories of how we put back the pieces.
