I spent about 45 minutes staring at the card wondering what I could possibly say to justify what we’ve been through the past 2 months and have it be okay that I’m not home to spend her birthday with her. I stared at it, and signed it, “Love, Abby” with a heart because i couldn’t think of anything.
I went there and she read the card, cried and said thank you.
That was it.
I’ve come a long way from a few years ago. Despite a few minor speed bumps, I’m still here.
I’ve questioned every aspect of my life and realized I’m still no where near figuring out the answers to a lot of them lol, but at least I’m moving. I’ve been stuck onto this certain motion and I could not, for the life of me, pull myself away from it, but at least I’m trying now. I’m trying, I swear.
And I’m going to keep trying until I figure it out; figure out how to pull myself onto my own direction.