Merry Christmas

I woke with the greatest Christmas gift I could receive.

I've apparently moved into the realm of the "fine, but..." in the process. I feel great. I can laugh. I can have a good time.

It feels great. Maybe what I wrote yesterday was what I needed. A release.

I'm not stupid. There will be relapses. Probably even today. But at least I know there's a light.

And I can enjoy the freedom from tears for however long it lasts this time. And I can enjoy it further knowing that there is coming a time when it will end.