It's getting better. I've made it through the roughest patch I think. Even with more fuel to the fire on Saturday night. It has come to my attention through the wiles of The Universe that I no longer need to define myself in certain ways. And it will take some rearrangements in the brain in order for me to re-define who I am. This is just another whole level of surrender in this process of recovery. Usually I fight it. I hold onto the familiar for dear life, as IF my life depended on it. But this time? It's clear what I need to let go.
I don't know how to do it. I have no idea how this will pan out for me. I have no clue what it means for my future sanity. But I daresay it is a step in a forward direction concerning this New Life of mine. And I'm not afraid. Isn't that interesting? I'm not afraid. I don't want to shout it yet. But I'm quietly announcing to myself and The Universe that whatever is coming is going to be okay. If not good.
And a lot of it has to do with the wisdom given me by Melissa Lion last week. And that wisdom was translated onto a sticky note that I stare at all day long. Because it's true. You WILL indeed, survive this next minute. Every minute.