here, at my house, happily exhausted and drinking a beer after a loooong day at work. This weekend was hard, but I feel like a badass because I've gotten through a lot and I am owning that. I am on the other side (I think, I hope), I have my moments of weakness, but I'm realizing that these are only moments, temporary and to be expected because of the smallness of my world.
I'm feeling tons and tons and oodles and extra helpings of hope lately. I was smiling for no reason at all today. Of course, this same sort of hope ends up making me want to bash my head up against walls when all is said and done. I ain't dead inside yet, is the point.
There may be a reason.
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