Argh another year

Everyone keeps posting to my email and Facebook to remind me that it’s my birthday. Hey, I didn’t pick it, and if I had I would have picked one a lot farther away from a Major Holiday. But yeah, I survived another year. I may not always (often?) be joyful but I survive. I am proud of all the people I have helped to survive better than they were doing; some I have helped get themselves off damaging drugs which were not helping them, some I have actually talked out of suicide.

Sixty-one years of this stuff. I do have more good days than bad, and a lot of the bad days are from my own attitudes, which I continue to work on. Self-esteem is not the easiest things to work on, and it doesn’t seem to stay there when you move it upward.

May your gods bless you on this and every day. May we all be blessed with a place to call home and people to call family.

So mote it be.

Hugs,

Me