A time of change
It seems as though every time I stand back up, something happens and I fall flat on my face again. I want this feeling to be over. I'm sick of trying to be tough.
I am back in Austin, with beloved friends and family, having a great time. I am trying to find a job, trying to find myself, trying to get things back to any kind of normalcy (or, well, as normal as things get for me). I feel like a child, flailing wildly about, trying to grab hold of something, anything.
If it weren't for the people I have returned to (and never left in heart, mind, and spirit) I would not be okay. Thank you for your kind words, your support, your friendship. It means more to me than I know how to put in words.
I know I will be okay. I know I will surpass my own goals, I know I will again have the feeling of well being. The question I find myself asking is can I take it in the meantime?
I am back in Austin, with beloved friends and family, having a great time. I am trying to find a job, trying to find myself, trying to get things back to any kind of normalcy (or, well, as normal as things get for me). I feel like a child, flailing wildly about, trying to grab hold of something, anything.
If it weren't for the people I have returned to (and never left in heart, mind, and spirit) I would not be okay. Thank you for your kind words, your support, your friendship. It means more to me than I know how to put in words.
I know I will be okay. I know I will surpass my own goals, I know I will again have the feeling of well being. The question I find myself asking is can I take it in the meantime?