"–and in the angst of being so lost in the depths of my head I saw words bubbling through to the surface keeping me afloat when feelings of safety had long ago drowned."
Reading the works by Sally, Vicki, Catherine(SoulSurvivor), Ryn, Deborah, Elizabeth, and Pamela Rae, is akin to drinking champagne from a crystal flute. Me, cheap beer from a Mason Jar.