grounded

It's strange. The day after I write of still not knowing how to distinguish what's "real," things start becoming clearer. I am unbelievably grateful for everyone I have supporting me; in spite of all that has happened, there is always so much for which to be thankful. And after fighting these demons for almost two months, I'm ready to let go. I'm ready to eradicate them for good as I move forward...back into the swing of life.

"Say you're with me;

there's gold ahead,

there's golden dreams

and life's hills & valleys:

yeah, will you hold on with me?"