Well folks, I finally wrote out my story for the storytelling event that's taking place in a little over a week. I was fine until I starting typing the last two or three sentences, then the tears crept up and I started crying. I called Lynn and read it to her (and made her cry) and I feel a lot better now. Recounting these stories is really quite painful, but in the end, it feels incredibly relieving to not have them living entirely within me anymore.
Now I need to memorize it and try my hardest to get through it without crying. Once I get the draft finalized, I will post it here for you all to read. This is going to be one long week.