No real breakdowns for almost 3 months, my husband is terrified.
You couldn’t ask for a more attentive husband, but lord he is exhausting me. Anytime I am the least bit blue, he feels it and is glued to my side wanting to help, wanting to make it better. He doesn’t understand everybody has their blue moments, it’s called life, and life? It’s some really hard shit.
“Look though”, I want to scream,” no hands!!” I’m riding this bitch called life, like she was a bicycle, a ‘rank’ bull, and I’m doing pretty damn good.
I smile more and it reaches my eyes.
I laugh more and most the time it is a sweet sane laughter.
I am present in my life, hell I’ve pulled up a chair to the front row and am participating.
I don’t get overwhelmed as easily, and can function.
I am healing, and my sanity is returning.
I almost started listing my struggles, the things I still fight with everyday, but today let’s leave on a positive note. Eighteen months ago I watched my whole world fall down around me, I was crushed and hurt so bad I wanted to die. I survived, I fought, and I am still here…my family is here, my life is being rebuilt. There is hope, and with Gods help my sweet friends, there is a future for me.
“I’m coming home
I’m coming home
tell the World I’m coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
tell the World I’m coming”