Surprisingly easy to get in to but difficult to get out.
Somewhere inside me, no matter how deep it’s currently buried, I know there is peace, love, acceptance, happiness and any other hippy-dippy term you can think of. It’s what drives me to dig in, claw my way out of this hole and reclaim myself for myself.
And, believe me, I don’t do it alone. I don’t know that I could.
I have a fabulous therapist, an arsenal of meds and a strong base of family and friends that are close, completely aware and ready with open arms whenever I need them.
Recently, I hit the turning point. I know this because I wouldn't have been able to write yesterday's post on the downward spiral for the simple fact that there is no end in sight. So being able to look back and figure out where I'm at in all of this can only mean that I'm on my way back up.
I am digging and the outpouring of support from yesterday’s post will do nothing but help me along. I will get there. Only this time, when I get out, I will get to work. I want to get the old Anna back, dust her off and spruce her up.
2011: The Year of Re-Constructing Anna
I want to find that person that only stopped laughing when she couldn’t breathe and could always find the silver lining. I want that patient and understanding good friend back that listened until you were done talking. I want the stick in the mud to get unstuck and un-muddied and then I want to paint her a glossy red and turn her into the mom that Elliot deserves, the wife that Fred wants and needs and – most of all – the person she deserves to be.
I’m getting me back, yo, and she’s going to be awesome.