The amazing thing is how few people realized it. Now that I am putting things back together, I see all the signs. I have 2-3 year old projects that sit around unfinished, like tiling my hall. I am taking care of things now, but they are in far worse shape than they should be.
But, I am healing. On my own and with support. My home is starting to be home again. I am still struggling with being chronically behind and with my health, but it is doable. I am happy and smiling on the inside a larger percentage of the time. I am facing the chaos ahead with praticality and with hope.
As by body heals, my heart and mind are too. I am becoming a better person slowly, and I have much to look forward to.
To those I let down, either with promises unfilled or by my actions, my apologies. I have trouble acknowledging I am not a superwoman and that I can not handle everything my life throws me with grace. I do damn well, but I forget to communiucate. I even lock myself out of the loop, apparently. I assume it is a survival strategy, but it is annoying to see my past with 20/20 vision and realize how all the signs were there.
I am looking forward to the healing continuing, while I clean up the pieces left and build 6the future.
And yes, my hand is healing too.