I never had a bona fide S attempt. More "calls for help", but I found that what seemed a tragedy (traumatic) and a long period of stagnation, had a purpose in my life. I find many things uniquely curious.

Learned how amazingly loving and devoted my husband is. He's a purely genuine man who loves me unconditionally. The latter is significant. Though I don't love easily (or superficially), when I do truly love, I love forever and deeply. Anyone who can recognize that fully would never fall out of love with me. Such is a treasure of a relationship.

Nothing is hopeless, unless you fully declare it so. That's a choice. Though depression can muddle thinking, developing a firm mind frame that "shtt will always pass" or that "there is always a reasonable way out" fuels pushes forward. Maybe it's a gift I have? Or something I reinforced in my mind early on? It's burned in my brain. I practice telling myself it will always be true. I can fly. I can dance. I can sing. Even if for a while I seem catatonic, it's simply a hibernation, of sorts. Not a death.

I always loved learning about different cultures and languages. How interesting that 30 years later I would revisit a passion from my teenage years. Somewhere in me, I must have known I'd need what I'm pulling from the dusty recesses of my memory. LOL! Destiny. Stuff is for a reason.

An adventure begins again! I was an adventurous girl in my youth. I'm again adventurous as a mature woman.