I’ve always been the one to hold myself together. I taught myself how to be numb to pain, but in the process I learned to be numb to happiness and love too. You have to feel and it’s ok to be sad angry. My Lhasa Apso, Pepé, died last night and so much is running through my mind. He was my family. He was my comfort when I felt like I had no one else. He loved me whether I was fat or skinny. He loved me when I cried, and he comforted me, and he loved me when I was happy and brought me his toys. My Pepé. We need to learn to feel, but the right way