The weekend

This weekend was a blast.  We all went to the Renaissance Faire.  4 adults, 4 children.  It was a great child to adult ratio :-p  The kids were all amazing.  There is Aiyana, 7, Jaime, 6, Lexi, 5, and Eloise, 4.  This was my first time at the Faire and it will certainly not be my last.  In fact, I think that we're going to be returning sooner rather than later.  I'm looking at the 2nd weekend in October. 

With all of the fun we had, we had some trying times too.  The sleepover.  The kids all had a hard time getting to sleep, which is unusual for Jaime.  He is just about the easiest kid in the world to get to bed, unless he's overstimulated, and he was.  I'm sure that over time all of the kinks will be worked out and we'll get a bedtime routine down.  For now, it will be trial and error.  We're going to have to play with it over the next couple of months to get things right.

As for me personally, things are going quite well.  I still have good days and rough days (I can't say bad, because it has been a really long time since I've had a genuinely bad day).  I get through the rough with the help of family and friends, and the good are often because of the wonderful people in my life.  I can never remember being this happy.  I remember faking it, and being pleased with some things, but never true happiness.  There were glimmers of hope through all of the darkness, but the happiness was never able to break through.  I still remember all of the overcompensating and acting that I did to get through my days.  It was worth it so that I can experience what I have now.  Everything was worth it.  The breakdown, the hospitalization, the IOP, the continuing therapy I'm doing now.  Those were the steps I had to take to get to where I am right now.

I have love, I have family, I have friends.  That is all I need.