[Debi54]

I guess that's what I'll call her now. I was left a message from a mutual "friend" on Facebook, who told me my so-called daughter had told her what happened between us, and that I only have one child, because I wasn't her mother and never have been. As I sit here and think of all the things I have done for her, in the course of 23 years, I want to reach out and slap her. But I guess I will learn to live with that, too, as I have adjusted to everything else that has happened this month. It has been an incredible month. I have learned how to let go of being gut-wrenchingly anxious all of the time, and learn how to feel almost peaceful. I didn't know how to at first. I've suffered from massive anxiety my entire life, it seems. Without all these toxic people in my life, it's so much calmer. There's no drama, no bs. I almost don't know what to do with myself. My doctor is happy as hell. I'M happy as hell. I couldn't afford Christmas for my son, and I feel terrible about that, but he understands, and he still loves me. I am taking pride in my home again, I've managed to pay the bills, and I'm looking for a job. My creativity is coming back, and I've been working at my art again. Now I just deal with stuff one day at a time. I should have done this years ago.