A while back I posted a depressed blog about my sorry-ass life and got a lot of support from my fellow bloggers.
I'm well on my way to recovery (the N1), I hardly get those days where I wake up so depressed and don't wanna get out of bed. I'm slowly but surely getting rid of all my hang ups. I've made peace with my father's stupidity and alcoholism, it's out of my hands and as much as it'll kill me to say goodbye to him one day, I know it'll happen. Instead of stressing about it, am just gonna enjoy spending time with him while I still can. We've spoken to him about it time and again and he keeps denying it (never mind the fact that he's reeking of liqour all the time).
I've also gone back to church, I gym a lot and still going for the counselling. Boyfriend and I are also going strong, I'm learning to trust him more and not let my past cloud my judgement. He's the sweetest thing, best thing to happen to me in a while. Haven't been the easiest person the last couple of weeks but he stuck by me, tolerated my *bleep!* and kept reassuring me. I had a surgical procedure the other day, a cone biopsy, didn't even sleep over at the hospital, I was discharged in the afternoon. He dropped everything to be by my side, went there with me and held my hand. I'm lucky and blessed. He's mine and I'm his, am gonna enjoy this ride
I had an interview last week, hope and pray I get it. Need this job, I'll know the verdict in 4 weeks (&*%^&**). I've got this feeling that everything's just gonna be alright, I've got this sense of peace about me. Despite all the hardships I've experienced in this short life of mine, I realise that there's one person who's responsible for the way my life turns out and that's me. If I'm not in a happy space, it's up to me to go out and find it. Life's too short to let one's hang ups get in the way of one's happiness