It feels like my life has been in limbo for so long
First struggling through the first months with my boys waiting for my husband to step up to the plate and help




Then waiting months to be able to move back home when we separated




Now waiting to move on, to meet the guy I've know for so long but never actually met




So many excuses too.. can't afford.. haven't got.. lonely..

Waiting for life to begin again when really life is what's passing me by while I'm waiting




The terrorists are a daily struggle.. but also each day there are moments of pure honesty and utter glee
It is those moments that I hold onto, close against my heart as my shield against the low feelings and nasty voices in my head



I may be lonely, I may be struggling, but everyday I wake up and I know I am happier than I have been in years
That I am in control of my own life
That I have choices

I just need to learn to be patient