I am still here just lurking in the shadows at the moment.
There have been numerous time I have sat down with my laptop trying to persuade myself to write about what happened in late August of last year, but it just doesn't happen. It's as if thinking about "it" sends me into a web of thoughts I'd rather not be tangled in. I can't believe how long it has been since and for everyday that gets added to the past I am very grateful for! My seizures still rage against my tireless will to escape them but thankfully with less force for the most part. I can count weeks in between some of them now.
I'm still getting used to trying to live independently again. I feel loved, find myself smiling everyday and alive. Is there anything else I should be wishing for?
xxx
