Moving right along...

Well, it seems that in spite of the preparations I made in case I became less functional, I have a bit of clearing up to do around here. And I guess that just means that I will do things as I can. I suppose that's okay. I already feel a little bit more clear-headed and have made a start with the laundry. It's really surprising how things can fall behind so quickly sometimes. Feeling able to do some things is not the same as being 'all better'. I find myself in a strange and more reasonable place now in knowing that and it frees me from the whole thing where I used to work until I dropped the moment I felt able again after a meltdown. Only I hesitate to call the recent events a 'meltdown'. Meltdown sounds like things fell apart, but this time some things actually came together instead. So, in spite of some stacked up work, I believe this is progress of a sort.

I know the thing with the teenage girl is not over. How can it be? She thinks the purpose of going to a therapy is to kill her. For right now, I told her that no one here will allow her to be killed and I've just been using this small space in time to accomplish whatever practical things that I can. Do I know what tomorrow will bring? Nope. I sure don't. But for right now, I'm okay with that. Maybe this sliver of freedom can be mine because I finally stood up and really fought for it even when I thought I might be too weak to win. Maybe. But I also realize now that for every victory, there has been groundwork stretching back for years. Even though I didn't always consciously realize its future purpose when it was being laid. As a matter of fact, I don't even usually recognize that I have laid any groundwork until I end up using it. But I still laid it. And knowing this bit right here makes me trust myself just that much more.