I am headed off in the morning to go to a family reunion in Moab. While it's going to be insanely beautiful and hella fun, it is ALSO supposed to be the hottest weekend of the year there - we're talking 105ish - and I am NOT looking forward to that! Especially with two little kiddos I have to keep hydrated and un-sunburned. But we'll pack lots of water and sunblock and hopefully make it okay.
I will of course post pictures of the adventure when I get back, and I hope you all have a great weekend. I wanted to say goodbye to you all.
Hope you are well. I am okay - just okay. Not great, but I could totally be worse, so I suppose I should be grateful for that. When things get tough for me, I get quiet. On my blog, in real life with Brandon and family, and with friends, too. That should be my first warning sign in the future, when things are getting a little rocky - I shut up. I just smile and stop talking.
Well, tonight in group, I wasn't talking. I knew I needed to talk, but I couldn't articulate what to say or how to say it. But eventually...the tears started pouring and the words started coming and I talked and talked and cried and cried and nearly had a panic attack - but in a good way - and now I feel so much better. It has been easier to eat tonight than it's been in weeks.
I finally feel at peace.
So, this is me, breaking my silence. It keeps me too sick. I need to speak. I need to be heard. I hope you'll listen.