I’m choosing better. I refuse to be a victim. I will make it.
What about you?
Just some thoughts my sweet friends 🙂
Dunno… guess I’m a bit(ter) better 😛
I guess I feel like PW on this one, almost two years later & I still feel bitter, not better! How do I know this, because when I saw the title, I immediately thought about setting fire to………well I think you know where that was going, so I’ll spare you the gory details!😈
I am approaching the one year mark since D day. I am sad and angry but I like to think a little less sad and angry than I used to be. I am hopeful that with time I will heal. I refuse to let this nightmare define me. I can do this or I will die trying. 🙂
Where was I at almost one year from Dday? I was sad, angry and bitter. I was struggling to find my feet. I was so stinking tired.
I’m almost two years out and I still have my bad days, I still am angry but I am healing. I am able to make choices and control my reaction to triggers. I still stumble and fall, but I get up quicker.
Give yourself credit for how far you’ve come, for not giving up and for trying to heal.
Once again you give me hope and the strength to pick my sorry ass up and keep going!
Victor – she’s the loser in every sense of the word!
Unfortunately, this isn’t about winning or losing, but just putting one foot in front of the other in spite of all the crap. The first three years post D-day, I was absolutely the victor, but still heartbroken, just coping quite well. These last two plus, I don’t think I am bitter, just grief-stricken about all I lost, even though I try hard not to frame it in those terms, and get on with my life. I worked incredibly hard to “choose happiness,” “choose better,” but up until now this hasn’t stuck in the latter part of this journey. I would love to set fire to the rain (and maybe my old friend’s house, lol.)
I’m 9 months out from D-Day and definitely still in the bitter camp. I don’t have the strength or the interest in improving my situation. Going from one day to the next is all I can manage right now. xo
One day at a time is the way I am coping. I am hopeful and most days determined not to let this define me. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.
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