A teacher of mine once wrote that I would be successful, but that it would be my own version of success. I know what she meant at the time, but I was worried that someone else might think I was weird. I'm over that fear now.

I've posted much of my story elsewhere, so I just wanted to say that my version of success right now is moving with hope and joy past a painful marriage into an uncertain future. I'm allowing myself to dream, to plan. I'm being social (for me), and I even care about my clothes and hair (which is a first in my life, really). I finally stopped seeing my therapist.

It feels like I've been given a new start. I wouldn't use "happy" to describe me, but I'm doing well. And I like that.

There's hope.