Standard Posted by the narrator Posted on January 21, 2017 Posted under The new life Comments 3 Comments A lifetime a day Ten days since my last post. Ten days and each day was longer than a year. How I’m still alive and functional I’m not very sure. I know that I am. Alive and functional. I’m proud of myself for it. For all this. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related adventureBipolardaysincidentslifelifetimeoverwhelmingsurvivetime Post navigation ← Day 9 part 3- The talk The year so far… → 3 thoughts on “A lifetime a day” You should be proud. You don’t have to question the hows and whys right now, you just have to make it. And you did. Thank you for sharing what so many don’t because they’re afraid of what other people will think. It makes me feel like I’m not the only one. Reply Thank you! Really. For so much. Reply Yes, that is certainly a tragic year and I mean no disrespect but you are not alone in this. First, there is a God watching over you are trust me, it helps to go to him, to talk these tragedies over and listen for the still, small voice. You can make it through the horrors of you life if you live it one day at a time. Don’t look back. The pain you are feeling is so very real and deserves honoring, but at the same time you need to move slowly forward. It will get better. There is good. I had an abortion too. I’m 60 and I still regret it and mourn for the loss of that child. She would been 32 or so now. But my life continued, sometimes joyous, sometimes tragic, but it goes on. When I had to put my dog to sleep it just about did me in, and I still miss him, years later, but I rejoice in all he gave me. He was my best friend. I don’t mean to lecture or spit out platitudes but I just want for you to go on and live your life. Check if your meds need adjustment. Go, or continue to go, to a therapist. Breathe deeply. Go for long walks in nature. Life will always turn around, with surprises good and bad. These are the lessons we learn from. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.