so last night, my plans were to crawl back home from work and spend the evening wallowing in self-pity and sob my eyes out again.

instead, dory came over and we skyped my UK friends. i'm pretty sure the only crying i did was from laughing too hard.

today, i was so certain that after my third drink i'd be a total mess on the floor, cursing and crying. but with each sip, i felt happier and warmer. like there was a happy glow inside me that reminded me how much more there was to life. the relief of being just me and for once, being enough, is overwhelming.