My instinct is to apologize for having been away from my blog for so long, but with the things that I’ve been trying to handle, I think you all would understand.
First I got pneumonia — I think it was the fifth time I’ve had it in my life. As a kid, I had a lot of respiratory problems and was at the doctor practically every week. It isn’t any more fun now than it was back then. At least back then I got coloring books and chocolate Frostys (or is it “frosties”? not sure how to pluralize “Frosty”). Sometimes being an adult really sucks.
Then … I don’t want to talk about this a lot or go into details, so I’m going to bare bones it: I was raped. I’ve been trying to just forget it, move on, push forward; whatever phrase you want to use. I completely withdrew and have been spending a lot of time in bed cuddling with Sam and Lucy and my stuffed animals. Mom let me get an alarm system so I’m feeling a little bit safer, but the PTSD is strong right now; a lot stronger than I or my coping mechanisms are. But I’m trying my hardest to recover and that’s all I want to say about that.
I did take a few photos the other day, so I’m hoping to get those up and get back to posting regularly. I do apologize for not being there for all of you. I hope you can forgive me.
As long as I’m breathing, there’s hope. Right?