Stronger.

I know I am getting stronger.

I write today from the library at my community college campus. This semester has been rough for me; organization, the commute, grieving. Somehow I am halfway through it, though. Not somehow. God has been guiding me through the past few months, as I have asked him to help me through this crazy time.

I can only rebuild one moment at a time, and I think i'm not doing that bad, considering everything. My goal this month is to get organized. So far, my craft area at my Brothers house is looking much better. The living room where I SLEEP, and the small bathroom downstairs is completely organized.

The fact that I am even organizing again is a sign of healing.

As a side note, my Husband(legally since I can't call him an ex yet) has decided to go back to school as well.

At the same campus I attend.


Why? I don't know, really. What I do know is that I have a long road ahead, but I am doing ok.