Spaghetti Brained Musings

I am.

So I recently took charge of my life and have started going to a support group. It's hard. That's all I'm willing to say so far. Reading one of the books I came across this poem and is struck true, I hope the author won't mind me posting it here. Even as I read it again...I get something in my eye. I am also filled with anger that it resonates so well with me and that this is who I am at the moment. That anger fuels the motivation to claim back myself, fight for her and love her again. It's hard. And it's a wondrous feeling when I take a successful step forward and see that little bit more of me, hear that little pixie girl giggle somewhere in there. I am my creator....slowly, but surely. Please Hear What I'm Not Saying                Don't be fooled by me.                Don't be fooled by the face I wear                for I wear a mask, a thousand...