It was a year ago this past weekend that I had spent over 30 hours at St. Alexius Hospital after/through my breakdown. Twelve hours in the emergency room, and an overnight in their psych ward. What a change has been created in this past year.
Triggers cancelled. A fear of living nullified. Crowds barely, if at all, terrify me. A renewed confidence within myself is present.
Many, many accomplishments.
Loneliness still comes to dwell. Dread of abandonment visits. Longing for validation clings. Hoping for an end strolls through randomly.
Many, many areas to yet work on.
For those who have been there at any point, I am indebted with you, very much. Through it all, overall, I am grateful. To the God of Abraham, Ishmael and Isaac, be all glory.