Recovery

I’m starting to feel safe at home again. Starting to feel that nothing will happen to me if I go to sleep. Starting to reclaim the things I was doing last January. Getting to work on websites, arranging to do things I wanted to do, and getting some hats knit.

I had no idea that loving someone meant that much sacrificing of myself. Really. I spent a lot of time fighting to reclaim little pieces, but I should not have had to lose the big ones.

It’s amazing how much less I hurt. It’s sad that it had to hurt someone else. I hope her recovery shows her that she, too, is stronger now. Gotta be something we both get out of this.

Hugs,

Me