I work part time, three days a week. Soon to be four. I am also working on getting back into school so I am not sure how the extra day will work out in the end.
No plans on trying to get the girls back. I allowed them to be adopted for several reasons including safety, and a stable home life. I want to picture them laughing and playing not feeling like this. Sometimes that is the only thought that gets me through.
My home life is relatively stable, although it could use some improvement. I share an apt with my older brother (we were both looking at the same time and it seemed practical- I think I need my head examined). I have a dog, two ferrets and a boa constrictor.
I used to see myself as all F***ed up. That was all I ever saw. I curled up inside my own wound because it was easier than dealing with the demons buried there. But I think that the realization that this is simply part of my path helped. Then it became a journey to travel instead of something to fight against and fear.
The truth is I figure that I lived through all of this for a reason. Don't know exactly what that is yet (maybe I'll never know). I just know that I am choosing not to waste it. I asked him once, why he just didn't kill me and get it over with. His response was "it's more fun this way". Well, we will see who has the last laugh.
And on that note I am off to watch the Seahawks/Vikings game. GO HAWKS!!!!