rushed

One of those days when I have soooo much I want/need to talk about. Things of the normal variety (for me) that have been bouncing inside my head since yesterday. Things about work and frustrations with our system, both how we ‘protect’ kids and the ridiculous laws around ‘safety’ (you can’t do anything when a parent is continuously emotionally abusive to a crippling degree, but God forbid you have a stuffed animal in your room that doesn’t have a fire safety tag on it). Things of fear, addiction, and hope. Things of life. Unfortunately, life calls and my fingers won’t have the opportunity to relieve the soul.