I conquered. I triumphed. I slayed. I reached a mountain top. I finally did something I should have done a year ago. And I'm damn proud of myself.
Despite the day/evening nausea, my spirits have been quite high the last few days. I could maybe even say I'm feeling positive, which is a foreign emotion as of late.
Positive that maybe there'll still be a heartbeat from little S.uh in 2 weeks at our next appointment. Positive that L and I have taken a few steps for the better recently. Positive that life for these few days hasn't been complete hell.
It won't stay this way. I'll crash at some point. There will still be rough spots. Life is still hard. I still miss my Lyra girl. The 18th is rolling by again, which marks 7 months without her.
But I'm so thankful for a few days of hope, to break up the near constant sadness and hardships that we've had.