And into my personal haze
But now that I'm back in the lights of 14th Street
Tomorrow will be brighter than the good old days
- Hello Dolly-
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Last night I was thinking about Ryan, how he lived, how I knew him. I met him during Ben's first few months of life when I was living at RMH(Ronald McDonald House) Houston. He was always honest, brutally honest, a tremendous flirt,
and how he died, I realized that I was not being true to myself.
Last night I had a Broadway Revival in my living room.
I let the music move me, I sang, I danced, I cleaned my house.
I've been in a major depression since I found out I was pregnant.
I lost my voice figuratively speaking, I stopped talking, I stopped singing and dancing.
I blamed my depression on my son.
Thinking about Ryan, I realized that I was not being true to myself.
