Today, I’m ok. We’ve reached that point where I think, “Hey, maybe we can handle this” which terrifies me. Usually things take a very direct turn South shortly after I start thinking this, so I’m trying to not think it.
The urge to curl up in the fetal position in the corner has faded some, which is good. I wonder tho, if I will emerge from this better than before or so scarred that I am of no use to anyone.
Life is something, ain’t it?