As I navigate my journey to thriving with complex ptsd, I find myself getting lighter but equally spotting all the cracks along the way. So glad to be alive today. This one is to my godmother. found myself looking at a friends arm today. Her watch looked just like that of my God mother, Virginia. Oh Virginia. How I wish you were still alive. I wonder daily what you'd say about the life I'm leading, the decisions I'm making and the people I surround myself with. How I wish I could introduce you to my wife. I think about you weekly. You made such a huge impact on my life. Every tricky situation I go through, I ask myself: "what would Virginia say"