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My Tattoo Finally Became True

The power of knowing who we are.

Photo by Glenna Gill

It wasn’t my first tattoo. In manic times, sometimes it just seemed like the perfect thing to do. Not to mention all the drugs in my system that made it easier to say yes. Getting a fresh tattoo was instant gratification. It buried all the sadness and guilt for a little while. Those things never lasted, unlike the tattoo.

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Glenna Gill

Glenna Gill

My memoir, “When I Was Lost,” is available now. Stay in touch with me at www.glennagill.com

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