i've been told i'm not upbeat, and positive, and chipper.
i think i do a pretty good job of being open to the universe and in the good it has to offer.
it's been a long hard struggle to get to that place... and, today, thanks to an amazing woman who has put forth a safe havenplace for survivors to give their stories; in that place, i've finally openly admitted to a number of things.
if you go to read, please, don't just read me.. come back see the tales of other women and men, who have survived.
we move forward with more positive feelings than most, even if we hide who we are... positive because we open that pandora's box called hope every day, and trust it will be good.
my friends will tell you; i don't mince words, i say what i feel... there is no gray with me. i won't say behind your back what i won't say to your face. this is the best and the worst trait i own.
i'm a hopeful pessimist, i guess... expecting the worst, believing it will work out.
it's an okay thing to be....