Five months ago I moved out of the house and fell into an emotional morass that threatened to engulf me. I've had some bad days...I've had some VERY bad days (the last one being April 17th when I cried for about 10 straight hours, had to leave work early because I totally fell apart, and eventually cried myself to sleep)...I've had some good days, I've had some VERY good days, the one that I think of most recently was Tuesday, May 7th, the first time I've thought that life was good in MONTHS.
I'm coming through it, I'm surviving, and after survival comes thriving as I grow and adapt to my new life...as I create what I want my life to be on the blank canvas of my new life, starting with a new job that pays better and is a tad less stressful, which I begin on May 16th.
May it only get better...
