Hugs and emails. It's hot cocoa time.

I will now be signing all emails with this disclaimer: On average it takes me two days to overthink the best response to your email. You can be assured that I will reply to you in my head and forget to send you an actual reply. In the future, please save us both the stress on our mental health and avoid sending me any emails.



Hello my pretties!


On Sunday I received an email that caused me a lot of emotional turmoil. I spent the next few days working on my response. I cried, I got angry, I wanted to ignore it, I wanted to slam out a response and send it. 


What I've done is write and edit and edit and edit some more. Today I thought I was ready to send it off, but instead of sending it to my mom (who is the final recipient) I sent it to my brother for feedback.  


I have lots of issues with my mom. I haven't been able to talk to her for years now. I didn't really decide this, it just happened because whenever I thought about talking to her I got panic attacks. So on Sunday she emailed me asking what was up, was I just busy or did I not want to talk to her? It really wasn't a bad email, but knowing I had to respond has been extremely emotional. 


Anyway, that's where I am. I still haven't sent it. My brother told me to wait until he got off work at seven then he would call me. Can I wait? Will I feel free after it is sent? Will my life be forever changed? I hope so. I'm ready to move on to a freer, happier life.


Disassembling my religion, also dismantled my relationship with my mother and my husband. Funny how that happens.


Happy National Hug Day! (We could all use one.)



With hugs and cuddles and kisses,


Sophia Skyy

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