From my point of view, I was treating life like a math problem. I was weighing outcomes that hadn't even presented themselves as possibilities. I was calculating what could be the worst to happen, the best to happen, and everything in between. Oblivious to how tortured I was, I thought I knew everything and I literally knew nothing.
When I moved to Visalia, I left everyone and everything behind me. 5.5 years of a love became broken and time wasted. My closest family member was in turmoil. My dogs, whom I still miss and love deeply to this... Continue Reading →
Rescued Hope 