I drove today for the first time in about 2 months since a broke my hand. My hand is not fully healed by far, but healed enough to be able to drive safely enough.
I forced myself to go out and indulged in some retail therapy, including a gorgeous ballet unicorn plush toy. This was for my inner child, who is grieving deeply.
I bought some little treats like a face mask and a cute watch. All cheap stuff, but enough to make me feel like I was treating myself. Because I matter. I have to matter. I have children who need me. Children I cannot let down.
So this along with some great and much appreciated support I have been receiving online, has been enough for me to have a spark of hope & strength. Continue reading