Dearest hannihaus readers, for anyone who’s read this blog for any amount of time you know I’m 27 going on 12. I am Peter Pan—the world is my playground and I pass through it with unbridled innocence and dauntless hope …
But I’m starting to realize—this life I call mine, this place that houses my heart—it’s not Neverland. Pixie dust is in short supply. And wishing on the second star to the right mostly results in spent breath.
I hope you respect, dear hannihaus readers, the fact I’m going “lights out” at the haus. This isn’t forever. But it is for as long as it takes.
If you’ve sent e-mails or are thinking about sending one, thank you. You will never know how much I appreciate your thoughts and prayers. Please know, if I don’t respond, it’s not because I don’t care. It’s because I *do* care … about myself … and right now there’s solace in silence.
Love you all and will write more when I’m better.
xoxoH
