Just wanted to "vent" something nice.
I'm happy with my life. I have a good job, good friends, a wonderful puppy. There are so many things for me to pursue and enjoy: pottery, drumming, chatty brunches or evenings out with friends. Enjoying things in the moment, like seasons and colours and the sight of puppies playing.
Above all, I'm feeling happy with myself. For the first time in forever.
I don't have an angry and controlling man in my life anymore, leeching all my emotional reserves. But to be honest I don't even think of that anymore: just being me feels normal now. The fact that I'm not being held back from that anymore doesn't even seem worthy of note: after all, why would anyone be holding me back?
I still have days, on occasion, when I just want to die, and when I wouldn't get out of bed at all if I didn't have my puppy to feed and care for. So there are still days when I am unable, still, to care for me.
But overall, it really feels good to have a life. That's all.
xxx to all of you.