today

i met some great ladies that remind me of myself one year ago. i tried my best to tell them about the possibilities and adventures of getting your life back, but quite honestly it broke my heart to hear them say some of the things that i used to play over and over in my mind for years. i started crying when i tried to speak - the truth of it is that there is so little that even needs to be said to let some one know you understand them. and that you hope for better for them, even if they are unable to see the shiny bits of life that swirl around us. to say that im grateful to be feeling good is the most ludicrous understatement possible - i have myself back, even if its only a little bit at a time or that im grasping at straws somedays, i feel good to be me!

please be kind to yourself, dear readers. practice kind thoughts about you, and be compassionate when you come up short in life. you can be your own best friend.

and if you feel that last item to be impossible, you can borrow my best friend for as long as you need: