One small step at a time

It might be a baby step but its still a step in the right direction.

I had the best and worst days in the past week.

Its been rough. And wonderful at the same time.

You have to hit rock bottom before you can really see yourself and can begin to rebuild it all. I have chosen to be happy, to be strong and to be well.

I refuse to allow anyone to steer me, guide me or make me feel that I am not in command of my own path. So I have made the decision to stay away. I blocked my mother's number until I know she can be a grown up and sort her shit out, without involving me in it.

I have decided that in order for me to get back to the woman I was - bubbly, strong, smiling, calm that I need to block her number. And today it was done; coincidentally on Mother's Day but you have to do what you have to do.

And today, I also woke up happy; so happy that I was on the brink of tears. Happy tears. :o)

And it will only get better.

I am supported by a wonderful man who took time off work to be with me, and make sure I was ok. This isnt the only thing this man has done for me, and I am very grateful for his support, and laughter. Maybe more than he knows... or maybe he does and doesn't say.

Today is a small step and I look forward to the next.