Little by little the thread starts to unravel. It starts out just a tiny piece hanging from the edge of the fabric, barely noticeable. Then it pulls a little more. Then more. All of a sudden it’s so big and you had no idea how it got like that and when.   When did I start fraying?   I didn’t realize parts of me were fraying. I didn’t realize that there were parts of me that had been through so much in such a short time and they were so sad, full of grief. I tend to tuck things away. I hide them so I can keep moving forward.  I…