#georgichka

Hey friend. Speaking from experience not going to therapy is really not the best idea. I wish i could be there to hug you and gently drag you to talk about your feelings but alas no. Moral of the story: I love you. Go to therapy.

that is a great line.

hey group friend. you rock. and recovery is awesome. (said from a person who is totally not recovered yet and has red flags popping up all over the place.)

Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just ones that have touched you. Tag ten friends. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them!

Harry Potter

The Song of the Lioness series by Tamora Pierce 

Wasted by Marya Hornbacher

Mick Harte Was Here by Barbara Park

The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera

Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer

The Two Princesses of Bamarre by Gail Carson Lavine

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg

The Silver Crown by Robert C. O'Brien  

The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles by Julie Andrews

(I ended up thinking too hard so I added an 11th 'cause I couldn't figure out which to leave out)(there are some others that ought to be included, too)

A Letter To The One Who Never Forgets Me

Dear Brother,

I miss you so much.

I miss the way your laugh sounds.

I miss having to look up a bajillion feet

     just to see your face.

I miss hugging you.

I miss feeling totally safe, knowing that your embrace would protect me.

I miss watching you push food around on your plate,

watching you grimace when I asked if you were alright,

and hearing the twist in your voice when you told me,

"Eating is hard sometimes."

-

Darling, everything’s hard sometimes

but that’s the beauty of things, I hear

And you know what?

When things are the hardest

when my brain is eggs in a frying pan

and life is a spatula,

you completely unscramble me

when my eyes are a kalidascope

and the world keeps twisting the end,

you offer me binoculars instead.

-

The Internet is a magical place

but I can’t 

     see you or hear you or touch you or smell you

on Facebook chat.

We try to compensate with Skype calls

and telephone conversations

but as weeks race by

I can’t remember little things:

like if you wrinkle your nose when you don’t like something

if you laugh even when jokes aren’t funny

what you looked like filling a cup at the bubbler

or whether you cried when you wished me goodbye.

-

You are so brave.

For the talent show,

you stripped down to your skeleton

and showed us your bones

naming each one as you went.

I don’t know how you do it, my dear.

How do you hide the murals on your femurs

and the coal sketches on your sternum.

You are so beautiful.

How do you not see it?

-

Love Always,