Yesterday, I wrote an angry post. I’ll put it up tomorrow; today is not an angry day. I woke up at 11:30 to an icy Coke, a kiss from Adrienne and an inbox full of amazing messages. And to top it off, lots of profile pictures on facebook had been changed to a picture of me. I feel like a rock star! A delivery of Methadone came this morning, so I skipped the addicted to heroin rock star part and went straight to Methadone.
How to say, “Thank you?” I don’t think I can express it through words. Thanking all of you for your love and support doesn’t seem like nearly enough.
Remember in my last post when I talked about losing interest in activities? One thing I haven’t lost, but in fact, gained interest in is writing. In looking back over my life, I believed that my kids were the amazing thing that I had left this world. My ex and I always said our main parenting goal was to not unleash any more assholes onto the planet. Funny, but it’s so much more than that. My children have big hearts. They are open and giving. I couldn’t be more proud of them.
But now, there is this blog. Which has become something amazing. I always wanted to be a writer; and now I am. I write something that is meaningful to people; even people I don’t know! Makes me feel very humble and grateful.
So, the writing will continue as long as I can produce the words. I am going to change it a bit. If you see a post titled with a date, that will be more of a journal entry. There are a few reasons for that. First, for those of you who want to know how I am doing, those posts will tell you that. Second, I am so interested in the process that my body and mind are going through, I’d like to be able to go back and see my progress, (funny thing to call it). And lastly, as a document my kids can read later, and if my book ever gets published, those little notes may be helpful.
If you see a post with a title, that is an essay on a specific topic. There are still lots of them floating around in my head. That’s were I do all of my writing. I sit in the tub, or lie in bed and write in my brain. When I feel the article is finished, I type it up and post it.
I feel very honored. In the waning days of my life, I get to continue to be a parent and a writer.
Thanks for reading,