I let something trigger me yesterday.  And I feel like an idiot.

But, in this Mental Health story, there are “bumps”.  Hate that cliche but it’s true.

True turbulence, uneven roads, storms….  But I’m here today at the desk typing, and reflective.

And it was over something, someONE, I cannot control.  And why would I want to?  Not so much about controlling them but frustrated with how they are – what they’ve done, said, do currently and saying.

Breathing….  Lesson.  And hard on myself, I know, but I’m stronger today.  Family, which of course includes NT, is what I fight for.  What keeps me in the trenches and unafraid to be hit by a grenade.