serafaery

I used to be better at tolerating my hours- to days-long bad moods.

But things have been going so well lately that maybe I forgot how.

So I'm putting this here.

I've been through a lot. Most of my life has been pretty painful and difficult. Things are so, so much better now, but that doesn't mean I have to be happy every day.

The goodness I'm experiencing now doesn't erase the trauma, the 44 years of stress and fear and confusion and just barely trying to survive.

Of course I don't have my purpose figured out. I've only had 4 years of relative safety in which to even consider that the purpose of my existence could be anything more ambitious than mere survival.