Missteps.

I have good days and bad days. Some days are easier than others, and some are harder. I’ve stopped fretting about it because the traumas I’ve gone through over the last 5 months show I’m simply human. That doesn’t mean I’m not actively working on making more good days than bad (yay, therapy!) but it still happens. When I open my trap it often feels like I am trying to put out fires with gasoline. No matter how careful I think I'm being, or how many times I read and re-read something I've written.

Home with a stomach bug today, but today is one of the better days. Feeling optimistic.