The path back to feeling okay about myself and who I am has not been easy. It is happening because I want it to happen. I
rely on my friends to cut
me a little slack. At the same time I am really diligent about making sure that when I slip back into the
selfdestructive paths, I realize what I'm doing. I learned this as a way to protect myself long ago when I didn't
know what to do.
It's time to move on. I know where the feelings of worthlessness come. It is easy to feel overwhelmed. Knowing what
happened and how it makes me feel is not cure. Iti s a start. Now I know what happened but there are so many
layers that it will take a long time.
At last I feel hopeful. After thirty nine years of feeling bleak it is a welcome change.