Guess I did meet my inner bitch at least once. Actually, I brought her with me to Thanksgiving, knowing I might need support.

It was liberating. It was like having a clean inner flame burning. I wasn’t hostile or irate. I felt power and the very opposite of damaged or depressed. It was as though I were making clear to all, “Mess with me at your own risk.”

I can hear her now saying, “Bitchin, Baby! Bitchin!”