I feel like I have come a long way in my journey back to self---or more accurately, journey on to new self. About a year ago I was trying to find a comfortable way to sit on the couch as shingles like nerve pain razor through my flanks and back. About a year ago the Spouse took 9 children to a bowling alley, did cake and presents for our then 8 year old, while I was curled up in a ball crying --full of guilt, pain and hopelessness. Last year at this time exactly I was in the adult mental health ward of the local hospital---Day 1. It is a slow journey---and I have never been known for my patience, but I AM trying to let it happen as it happens. I celebrate that I have committed to the gym--to meditation--fellowship--continued learning--time out for massage therapy and acupuncture--and reengaging a creative drive that has been sorely neglected. Simple things have come back to me---like being able to read---like being able to follow a recipe.....