Well, whaddaya know...blogging...me...ain't that a kick?

Me...a blogger?!? Hmm...I had never thought about it. I simply fell in. I was reading a blog written by someone I once knew, and wanted to sign in as a follower. Lo and behold, the screen says register, name your blog, what do you want it to look like, blah, blah, blah. I think, what the hell. So here it is. My life, thoughts, regrets, hopes, and diligence toward a path to physical and emotional recovery. The past years were tests. Huge tests of my mettle. Most I failed miserably, but the war is not lost. Struggles are just a part of life, mistakes don't define character. It is the way we get up, dust off, and keep trying. A little over a year ago I couldn't imagine a single reason to remain on the planet. Today I have hope. I don't credit myself for this small revelation. I got a lot of help, and faked strength. With faked courage and bravado, I faced the unknown with curiousity. I am still crawling out of the cinders, but the greatest thrill is I AM CRAWLING. There is a willingness to leave the hole. Even with a loose grip and a tumble down, I can begin to pull myself up again and start making my way back up. Ever so slowly sometimes. But I refuse to stay put. I want to see the sunshine. Watch my dust world.