Recently I was asked, “You do understand that you were tortured, right?”  Not really.  It feels like maybe my life was harder than average but what does “torture” mean anyway?

And I realized yesterday that my dream of traveling with the kids when Calli is over is a bit… not realistic right now.  Unless I can get to the point where I can handle travel without having a nervous break down or crying I can’t do that.  I want to go to countries that are far less friendly to hyperventilating women.  I can’t do that right now.  It’s just not safe.

Lots to think about.