Shileen's Blog

You know how when your seatbelt locks you in, for some reason or another and you buck and twist wildly to get out of it, only it doesn't release you until you calm down and be still? Yeah. I love that. It happened to me this morning. And it reminded me of how I've been held so tightly these last 18 months. I have felt safe, and secure, and loved. I have been fought for. I have been held together when I wasn't coherent enough to know what was best for me. And honestly, once I settled down and the grip slowly loosened, I kinda missed that secure feeling.
Yeah, I love my seatbelt.

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