Now Jacob’s pathetic cries were a mockery, and I trembled, my knees pulled tight up to my chin. I could not, would not hold him in my arms and watch him slip away. Not again
“You need to choose to fight this monster or he’ll get the better of you. You can live a happy life, you can break free of this. The first step is to want to get better.”
I’m continuously astonished by how much less of a big deal this switch has been than I thought it would be When I first began this “experiment,” I truly wasn’t sure if this was right for me. (A colleague recently told me that she’s pretty sure that after using a flip phone for a