It's such a funny thing. I found myself lost this summer. Drowning in fog, not able to breathe through the smog, and finding no way out. As a funny friend once said to me, "yes, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I think it's a train."
Thanks to a very lovely and supportive friend, and finding a way to trust other friends enough to ask for advice, I'm happily here to say that I'm happy. Nothing huge has changed, no major new ups or new downs, but happy & wide-eyed & bushy-tailed once again. I'm thankful for great family, great friends, great exciting opportunities, and the calm calm contentment of knowing that I'm ok. If I had a Christmas wish to give to you, it would be that everyone could find their place of contentment. Because once you're there, you can build strength on top of it. And then, even if it's a train at the end of the tunnel, you can stop the train vs. getting run over.
And knowing that ROCKS.