It's okay. I'm okay.


Things haven't been particularly good of late.
The past few weeks have been hard, I think mainly due to my birthday being so great, as strange as that sounds... everything's been on a bit of a downward slope since then, but It's expected.
It's almost as if, during the low days, all previously happy experiences become melancholic memories for the time being. But that's just it.
For the time being.
Before, this would have greatly bothered me. It would have seemed permanent, the 'true way' of looking at things so-to-speak, as if that momentary experience was fleeting and inconsequential, but although it can be extremely distressing, I know that it will pass.
I know that I am strong, and I am capable, and things will get better, because I can make it so.
I've tasted happiness and confidence and independence. I know that I have it in me already, even if I'm not ready to fully use those muscles yet.
They've been atrophied for some time, of course they're not ready yet.
That's ok.
Actually, It's brilliant!
Tell all that to me a few months ago and I'd have told you to go away and leave me die in peace.
Not to say I still don't have my moments,
I do,
but they are fewer and farther between, and nowhere near as intense.
And (perhaps most importantly) my ability to cope is better, and I've come to think that this is a key piece to everything.
So!
All that said, I hope you've all had a great Halloween, a blessed Samhain, and a great week all in all, and don't forget to Subscribe and Follow if you haven't already! (The follow button should be in the menu on the left hand side, I think).


Sending you love and cwtches from the Land of the Dragons,

IvyMoon xxx














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