I no longer remember why I started a blog or what the point of one would be. Probably comes down to a basic human need to share. Or maybe it’s arrogance? I just know where I am today and I’m happy sharing the journey I’ve been on. Losing my daughter, my only baby, to suicide should have killed me. Would have if not for knowing I was loved and someone cared for me.

That’s a journey worth sharing, a journey that looks ahead and understands what’s behind. I have no secret to healing other than the need to love yourself enough to care. If you don’t truly believe you’re worth good things in life you won’t have them and you’ll sabotage any attempt to possess them.

Life can be shitty, tomorrow can be better.