It may be a whisper..

..But I still hear it.

Often the longest hours in life are those between something happening, and figuring out WHY it's happened. Why it keeps happening.

Someone read my Blog, and it meant something to them.

I cant say for 100% sure that that justifies my Panic Disorder..it doesn't stop an attack, but it's a special feeling to know someone out there has read my words and actually, graciously digested them.

Princess Georgia thanks you for reading, and for making it comfy enough to share her ugly, cry-baby words.

"I'll survive this one..I survived the last one..and I'll survive the next. Promise!"