Kathleen Granville
Jul 23, 2017 · 1 min read

Hello, Sewer; welcome to the party. We have Boca burgers for those who want them — but tigers don’t eat Boca burgers! (They prefer chocolate ice cream, I think.) Bob keeps everyone’s drinks topped off — root beer floats today, maybe Ovaltine tomorrow? Or whatever…

And there’s Sarah: beautiful, fragile, brave, scared, seeker and writer. I admire her so much for being so very open about what is going on inside her head — not just with people she knows, but with people she’ll never meet (maybe). It’s a wonderful thing.

Because Sarah shares with us, the people “out here” in the Interwebs, we know that she is strong enough to do whatever it takes for her to feel whole, to feel better inside of her own skin. I think of her as a friend; I can sympathize with some of what she’s going through because I have my own journey into those dark recesses of the mind.

Sewer, hang in there with her, and Bob, and Sharkey if he visits, and anyone else who comes along because eventually, it really will be a party — complete with balloons and cake — for Sarah as she wants to be. Her therapist is helping her find you — and all the other parts of herself. It’s worth the effort.

Save me some cake. Peace and blessings to you all.

    Kathleen Granville

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