I know it got a little dark in here last night. Sometimes when I’m sitting by myself thoughts pop into my head. I decided I’m just going to put them here when that happens. Blogging to me is an outlet. It’s a way to purge myself so I don’t lose it in my real life. Does that make sense? Does it matter if it makes sense to you? I guess as long as it makes sense to me it’s a good thing.
This is my love. She stays by my side and makes sure that I’m OK. She is the reason that two years ago, almost to the date, I did not leave this earth. She did have some help from my beautiful friend Carolyn. That story is here and one that has no end yet. At least not the end that I was hoping for. Still a work in progress.
Today is a better day. Starbucks and blueberry muffins are the perfect thing to put you right. I tell people all the time, that it’s just a bad day not a bad life. I sometimes need to take my own advice. Today, I will!
Have courage and be kind.
Seriously, some days I wonder why the hell I even bother waking up. No, I don’t mean the alternative. It just gets harder and harder it seems, to be trapped in this bed. Three months ago I was at the point where I didn’t care anymore. I kept my self medicated so I didn’t have to think about being in this prison. But then, I got help. My mind set changed and I saw that there was some hope left. In a perfect world I would’ve been able to remain there until I could actually get up on my own. And no, I don’t mean up being a dancing fool, just able to transfer myself from my bed to my wheelchair. In this world, insurance would have none of that. 😳
Making it Through the Rain 