so i'm doing something monumentally crazy.
i am putting every (well, almost every) blog post i've ever written plus all the comments i've received in a word document.
that's 4 1/2 years of blog posts. eek!
granted, the last two or so of those years i haven't posted much. but still--that's a lot of word document editing!
why, you ask?
well, because i can't afford to have one of those awesome hard-bound books printed that you can order online. so instead i'll have my inkjet printer and copy paper. but you know what? it works.
as i've been going back and copy/pasting all of my posts and comments, i'm amazed at how much i've changed. when i first started blogging, buddy was only 9 months old. now he's five, and i have a second child--princess, who is 3. i've moved four times, once across the country. i've been to who knows how many therapists, been on and off who knows how many medications.
the biggest change of all? how i FEEL.
sure, i still struggle with depression occasionally. but, it's OCCASIONALLY now, not every day. i was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and put on medication that actually works. i saw a therapist that really helped. My PTSD combined with the bipolar nearly ended my life--and now pretty much every symptom of PTSD is gone. there are still some, and it still pops up unexpectedly, but it no longer rules my life.
i forgave my abuser.
i moved on.
my marriage is stronger, i think. i'm more mature. i graduated college with a 2-year degree--a huge accomplishment for me. i can look at the world with eyes less jaded by mental illness and the lingering effects of abuse.
so what's the same?
i still struggle with self-esteem. i still worry that i'm a horrible mom, that i'm screwing my kids up. i still loathe the laundry and my house is rarely clean--and when it is, it's usually because hubby cleaned it.
i'm still a mother. i still am IN LOVE with being a mother. it's hard, and as my kids get older my role evolves. but when i hold my now three year old baby girl in the middle of the night, and run my fingers through her hair, and dry her tears--i am filled with so much love i feel as if i might burst with it.
i'm still an artist, maybe even more so--because i try harder to make more time for it. my little art journal is great. it doesn't take a long time to get supplies ready, or for paint to dry, or to clean up--because let's face it, sharpies pretty much rock.
i still have a mental illness. medication is miraculous, but it's still something that i'm learning about and overcoming. so any of you out there who are in the boat i was in a few years ago, have hope. look at how far i've come! i know you can do it, too.
so cry, if you need to. throw a pillow at the wall. scream at the top of your lungs. write pages and pages in your journal about how hard life is. i did it. but also know that there's someone out there who cares about what you're going through. i do! maybe i don't know you, maybe i never will. but there is one thing about me that i hope never changes: i love everyone, people i have never met, people i haven't. it takes a lot for me to dislike someone, and even more for me to hate someone. and i truly care about people and their lives.
so when it gets hard, just tell yourself--"cornnut loves me. she did it, so can i."
and remember this very cliche statement--"stars can't shine without darkness." so even if your light is dim right now, it can get brighter. just keep shining!
i wonder if any of my friends that commented on my blog so regularly are still out there, maybe reading. so many women who supported me when i was at my lowest. so if you're out there, i'd love to hear from you again. thanks for pushing me through when i needed it.