I'm sitting on my bed sipping a nice, perfumey white tea surrounded by pictures of me from all ages. It's kind of weird, in a way, to see myself and these memories from years past. I can connect a specific and general memory with every picture and there is a distinct emotion attached to it. Sometimes, it's sad. Sometimes, it's longing. But, most of the time it's happy. Looking back, it was really hard for me to find happy memories and I thought I had lost all of them. I found the last bits of my baby blankie, pictures of me when I was a silly cheerleader (I was young), journal entries, pictures of friends...and more pictures! Maybe I