Post by sunstar on Mar 12, 2009 21:36:09 GMT -5
Friday the Thirteenth. Tomorrow. I hate the thirteenth in March. Whitney died on a Friday the Thirteenth. Already I'm clinging to my beloved plush Firefly. Whitney had a plush Blossom, also in my arms. I go through this every year on March thirteenth. What will really help is that I work tomorrow and it is a non school day. That means that the entire daycare will turn out and I am going to have two extra kids tomorrow. Also, my mom is planning to go to work with me to provide help since I'm going to be dealing with ten kids. The other reason is to provide moral support since she knows what happens to me on that day. I'm already bracing for the coming 24 hour panic attack. I can't stop it, all I can really do is try to lessen the severity of my symptoms with medication. If I didn't have to go to work, I'd spend the day in the place where I feel the safest, Bryon's stall, hugging him. I can do this. I'll survive. I'm prepared to deal with the panic with my plush Firefly. (Hugs plush) Sorry I dumped this here. I had to get it out of my system. I'm okay now.
I hope you can get through the day okay. I will keep you in my thoughts 
