It’s Memorial Day weekend, May 25th, 2013. The 3 year anniversary of my blog. I felt compelled to share my first post again. (see attached link) I’ve been reading a lot of my old posts and I am left with mixed up uncomfortable feelings as I revisit the obvious decline in my health and energy level – all before I was finally diagnosed with debilitating fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue. Perhaps this is why I haven’t been writing as much during the last couple months – my words come out quite dark and bleak. Let me reword that – my writing has been so freakin’ depressing that I have not been posting anything new. . . but I will. . . perhaps over the weekend. After all, it is a holiday weekend.
The good thing is that I know how lucky I am. I’m incredibly grateful to have a roof over my head and loving friends who check in on me.
Bye for now. . .
It is the beginning of a holiday weekend. Memorial Day weekend 2010. A reason to party. An excuse to drink. But not any more, not for me anyway. In the last 22 years, I never woke up in the morning and wished I drank the night before. I have lived the past 22 years as a sober single mother to my son. Today, I hold my head high. I stand up straight.
What happened and what I used to do, or not do, no longer defines the woman I have become today. When I write about my old days, it is as if I am speaking of someone else. And perhaps I am. I used to be incredibly uncomfortable not only with the memory of my behavior, but also what I thought of myself. Especially on August 1st, 1987. It was my worst day. It also happened to be my 30th birthday. It fell on…
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