I feel much gooder now. I found my mug! The mug I carried around everyday when I was in the psych ward.
Its short and stout with silver plastic handle. Its unbreakable and one of my best friends.
I like to run my hands over the base and rim, very therapeutic.
I have been looking for something to carry with me at all times and decided my Mug is it. Its all I need and it makes me feel safe.
Should I name him? If so, any suggestions?
I love my mug!!