If you’re out there and you still follow my blog, you have more patience than anyone I’ve ever known (or not known, as the case may be). But there is a reason for my long silence. I didn’t know what that reason was until recently. My prolific writing of the past was a product of my belief in my own self-worth. That is a powerful gift and it was given to me by my parents. I took it for granted.
For a while there I got so caught up in the things that I did that I lost sight of the fact that to be human isn’t a crime that requires punishment. All mistakes can be fixed with time and the desire to make things right. So I spent a while dwelling on that. And taking time and making things right.
There was a price. I’d be selling myself short if I wasn’t honest about that. My mental health suffered for a while, which is a scary thing for someone with no experience or family history of it. So I take some more pills these days and I spend a lot of time reminding myself to be grateful for the good things. Of which there are a lot.
I think I might even come back and start talking about them… so hold onto your hats.