It's kinda ironic that I chose the color gray to fall on Mother's Day (or, in this case, the day after Mother's Day).
Last year around this time, gray was exactly what I was feeling. I didn't bother to write anything for Mother's Day, and just now when I looked back at the few posts I did write in May (mostly devoted to Sydney's birthday party), I can feel the sadness in my words. It was a hard spring.
But then eventually...
...the sun came out.
There are moments I'm still caught off guard by how good I feel. Obviously, it's not all sunshine and roses, but when I think of where I was then and where I am now? It feels nothing short of miraculous. God saved me. God and medication and supportive friends and family.
If you've ever travelled to the Land of Gray and then managed to find the path out, you know how I'm feeling. If you're in the Land of Gray now? And you've set up camp and you're shivering over a smoky campfire that isn't keeping you warm? I can tell you, it gets better. Or, rather, it can get better. Don't be afraid to ask someone for directions; not everyone has it in them to be a boy scout who can escape from the snakes and spiders using only a spatula and parts from a broken vacuum cleaner.
I had to ask for directions myself.
And every day since then, I've been grateful.
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