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She's Home

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By Mother CombsPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Picked

Her up

Yesterday

Afternoon and

Brought her home. She’s been

Doing so much better.

Went to the tattoo parlor

And she got a spech designed

Tatt just for her drawing on her leg, to

Remind her that she has more to live for,

She is eating and joking around, just

Like old times. It is so nice to hear

Her laughter ringing out and

To see her smiling once

Again. To see her eat

A full meal without

Leaving a crumb on

Plate sets my

Mind at

Ease.

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She’s home

from the hospital

and doing

so much

better.

*

Making me

so happy.

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No lingering

problems

are showing

*

but she has

a long road

to recovery

Ahead

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In therapy,

she realized

she didn’t

want to die;

*

she just wanted

to sleep

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To remind

her that she

has more

to live for

*

she got a

Tattoo

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The tattoo

is a poison

bottle of

pink pills

*

and a Benadryl

name tag

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The tattoo

represents

the Benadryl

pills she took

*

to try to

end her pain

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The poison symbol

represents how

Over-the-counter

drugs can be toxic

*

if mishandled

and misused.

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She says

she knows

she fucked up,

*

but she will

never

do it

Again

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She will continue

with her many

therapy

sessions

*

and to take her

mood-stabilizing

Pills

*******************************************************

Thank you

for your prayers

and good

thoughts

*

while

she was in

the hospital

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Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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    Written by Mother Combs