Not quite there

Kindle

So I’m coping.  I’m not level yet.  I’m kinda right about…

 

I can’t describe what there is.  Level. Stable?  Ready to face everything I need to juggle without my head wanting to explode?  Ready to just deal with life?  I don’t know.  I still cringe half the time.  I don’t want to hide under the bed 2/3 of the day anymore.  I guess that’s an improvement.  Not as much as I want.  But it’s better.