Therapy Started Today

This Blog Space is my therapist. Pen and paper journaling is my Psychiatrist. I just relax and let the words go.



Hubby is the wind beneath this Robin’s wings.

Cheers me on when I fly.

Comforts me when I cry.

“Come away from the crowd.”

The voice isn’t loud.

Constant, the voice.

Freedom of choice!

I choose this time for healing.

Wise women know

When to embrace;

When to let go.

Two Faces. Khawaga Kid Candor