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Art Therapy & Taking Back My Life

So, I have begun doing some art therapy to help me deal with all the heavy emotions I have been going through. To get them out in a healthy way.

It's been tough lately, dealing with anger towards him, anger and fear of him. What I would say or do if I see him.

I'd like to think I would be a bigger person and not let him get to me. I don't know.

The most important thing is if I do run into him, I know I am not that same vulnerable person I was when he hurt me before. And he preys on that. He can't hurt me anymore. Because I won't let him. That's right, I now have the power over that. Taking back control, taking back my life

& can I just say how thankful I am for my friends who have my back? You know who you are and YOU ARE AMAZING. I really needed to talk last night and you took the time to listen to me. THANK YOU!


And I also wanted to share the lyrics to one of my favorite songs because it totally fits the kind of person you are, Mary.

Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong
You're enchained by your own sorrow
In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow
How I hate to see you like this
There is no way you can deny it
I can see that you're oh so sad, so quiet

Chiquitita, tell me the truth
I'm a shoulder you can cry on
Your best friend, I'm the one you must rely on
You were always sure of yourself
Now I see you've broken a feather
I hope we can patch it up together

Chiquitita, you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they're leaving
You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving
Chiquitita, you and I cry
But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you
Let me hear you sing once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita

So the walls came tumbling down
And your love's a blown out candle
All is gone and it seems too hard to handle
Chiquitita, tell me the truth
There is no way you can deny it
I see that you're oh so sad, so quiet

Chiquitita, you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they're leaving
You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving
Chiquitita, you and I cry
But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you
Let me hear you sing once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita


Love,
Katie

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