My kitchen is clean. Boxes are dealt with as they arrive.
And today I removed a band-aid which has been in place since 2009. I cried the tears of a person being released from prison. Because, in a way, I was.
My progress hasn't been without difficult days, nor has it been particularly fast, but it continues to move forward.
Oh how my brain craves certainty. But nothing in life is certain, except possibly that one can drive oneself mad seeking it.
