The words. So many words. Beautiful words. I cried through more than one post. I cheered through a couple. I laughed. At least one made me want to throw things. It was an emotional ride.
I couldn't even begin to link to all the great and interesting and heartbreaking and beautiful things I read (especially in five minutes).
The emotions. I've been hiding from them. Some days it is too hard to deal with my own emotions, much less the new ones brought up from other people's words. But I needed it. I needed to sit in a quiet room and open up my heart to all those words. It was cleansing, and healing, and thought provoking, and so many other things.
A lot of people said something like this about writing, "There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein."
Sometimes reading is a little like that in some ways - the power of words.
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