This week has been a hard one. Had a major regression, was considering the possiblity of calling 911. Wrote a horrible, nasty, mean letter to my hubby then cut the word "help" into my hand then fell sound asleep. Woke up the next day in a state of shock. I went down so fast and so far. It was as if the last 3 years of therapy never happened. For that 2 hours space of time I was completely lost, heart and soul. The bright side is that I know what the trigger was and I believe that the work I have done will help me to work on taking care of the situation. I am stronger now and truely believe that I deserve better as does my husband. He has taught me much these last few years, it is my turn to return the favor.

Sorry I have not be around much, have been fighting my own demons. I know that I need to learn to reach out when those demons knock on my door instead of retreating into my own little inner cave. Perhaps next time I will be able too.
Take care all, I will be back soon.
Love,
Carrie

<font color=blue>The soul should always stand ajar ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.--Emily Dickinson