Crafty Biotch Cave

This site exists because therapy is crazy expensive and because God apparently thinks that I am, as my lovely grandmother once described me, built for carrying heavy loads and lots of manual labor.  Grandma was calling me fat.  God is, thankfully,saying I should stop questioning my limits.  I will when He stops testing them.  Might as well be the black sheep everywhere, right?  Maybe God is saying I should stop while I’m ahead…