Piece by Piece

I said to Stefan the other day, "I need to blog, but I don't feel inspired by anything."  After saying that, I began to realize that I have only felt inspired when I am feeling down, or something sets me off...basically I feel like I am often mad, disappointed, sad etc. when I post and that's not okay.  I rethought about what is inspiring to me and why I felt so uninspired.  The truth is...I am happy.  Truly happy. I made a bold statement in therapy last week and said that I feel the best I have since leaving treatment.  I am going to be even bolder with you and say I feel the best I have since as long as I can remember.  I was meant to be a mom.  Sure, there have been times where I don't know what the heck I'm doing..but let's be honest, does anyone really know?  Giuliana is by far the best audience I have.  She laughs at nearly everything I do, she doesn't get mad when I sing (like some people...I'm looking at you Stefan), she makes me feel l

It may have taken me 31 years, but I'm finally learning!  Since as far back as I can remember, I have wanted everyone to like me and I needed to be friends with everyone.  I now realize that having these so called 'friends' can be toxic and I am not about that life.   I hear a lot of folks complain about text messaging and why can't people just pick up the phone and call.  The fact of the matter is that people are extremely busy and text messaging can be easier for a busy schedule.  Think about how many people you know with full time jobs, maybe even more than one job, children, pets, hobbies, etc.  Life is busy.  I was the type of person that, up until two weeks ago, has kept EVERY text message.  I would then scroll down and say, 'Oh, I haven't spoke to _____ in a while, let's shoot them a text'.  The conversation would either go on, or I would not get a response.  The latter would gnaw at me.  I would start thinking about what I did wrong, blah blah

I'm not sure how much my heart can take.  Today the morning greeted me with more sad news.  I feel so selfish crying, but I just can't help the sadness and heartbreak I am feeling for another family.  So small, so beautiful, so innocent.  Her whole life still ahead of her, then it was stolen.  Her last breath taken only a few months after her first.  It's not fair. There are tears rolling down so many cheeks.  I want to catch each drop, heal your pain, and tell you it's okay.  Another life taken, way too soon, but still so much suffering by the hearts that hold you. Hold tight to your loved ones.  Life can be taken away in an instant.  The love for you will last eternally. Rest in peace sweet girl.