Another Sanguine Sunday

I don't know why I didn't write/post this yesterday. I guess I just got caught up in my NaNo writing.


Success Stories:
I'm still here. I'm still alive, I'm still fighting.
Rhi and I went along to the Brisbane NaNoWriMo Kick Off Party. It was great!
Went along to Karakan's Melbourne Cup thing, even though Erica wouldn't be there.
Even though I desperately wanted to burn after talking to my father, I didn't. I also didn't overdose (even though I really wanted to).
Even though I had a drinking binge, I contained it - it wasn't a binge followed by "screw it, I'll keep going...", it was one night of drinking that ended after six drinks.
I kept my appointment with Michele even though I really just wanted to hide away.
Instead of going straight home (bad idea), I made the choice to go to CASV afterwards. I even got to talk briefly to my ex-counsellor there, who left a message for Carol to give me a call (she did).
Even though things have been hard, I've been able to stay fairly on track (word count) with my novel for NaNoWriMo.




Gratitudes/things that make me happy:
Giraffes.
Friends with wise words, friends with comforting presence, friends who just are.
Melbourne Cup.
Music.



Cheer-leading statements:
In a choice between a rock and a hard place, I am doing the best I can to make the best possible decision. Sometimes that decision looks or feels horrible; sometimes that decision is horrible; and sometimes I get it wrong. That's okay.
I don't have to buy into my thoughts. I can acknowledge them, thank my mind, and let the thoughts go past.
I'm doing the best I can.
Not burning doesn't mean I'm not hurting, it just means I'm choosing a different path for myself.



Take care of yourselves until next time, and may we all find our own small fences along the way.