20 years ago, I didn’t want to live. I made plans. I found myself on my third-floor balcony imagining the injuries I could create and how to fall and not recover. I would imagine the concoctions I could take to never wake up… if I ever fell asleep (the insomnia episodes were never-ending).
Today, I have so much to live for. I am surrounded by amazing people, who (for some reason) choose me. I have a career that means something, where I get to make a difference in another’s life. My husband is still by my side even when he doesn’t understand what or the why. I am healed/healing from all the trauma and putting up the boundaries so that those old wounds do not get ripped open again.
As I’m sitting in my recliner today, resting… I am in awe. I never thought I’d get here. Family, friends, career, passion, et al. Life is truly good.
Indomitable Bellatrix 