Yesterday got my four year anniversary notification from WordPress.com. Still copying and pasting posts into Scrivener for eventual publication as a book. Not all posts will make the cut. Plan to begin with a narrative of my mental health journey starting at eighteen, then chronologically publish my posts that speak from my heart. That’s how I’m organizing it so far in Scrivener.
My husband and I have been married for 19 years, together for 22. Marriage is not always easy. We’ve weathered hard times. Well worth it. He has my back. Life is hard. Living with a mental illness makes it even more challenging. Helps to have someone there for emotional and physical support, someone to make sure we eat dinner, someone who can fix just about anything. He’s an engineer. Quite handy around the house.
Eighteen years ago today, my husband and I married. That’s beautiful Lake Tahoe behind us. Still in love after all these years. I love my husband most of all for being a loving father to our son. Yes, he adores me. That goes without question. He’s devoted, hard-working, good looking, and smart. I’m blessed to have him as my spouse.
My mother and I made that dress. I ended up doing much of the work. The dress had to be lined, so in effect we made two dresses. The fabric required tiny French seams on both dress and lining and a hand-sewn rolled hem. The lace was too delicate to support the dress, so the bodice had to be lined with a fine mesh – again with barely visible French seams. The fabric was a delicate, iridescent, light-weight jersey that clung and showed every imperfection, so it had to be precisely and flawlessly sewn.
Just noticed – I didn’t yet have a turkey neck. Those were the days, back when I was in my thirties, and my age had not yet begun to show.
WordPress just wished me a Happy Anniversary! Today is my one year anniversary blogging. Hurray! The process of blogging, of writing, of networking with other writers both in “real life” and online has shaped me over this past year. I now feel intellectually engaged, emotionally supported, purposeful and hopeful. Yes, hopeful. That is HUGE. I now have goals for the future that have grown out of my experience blogging as a mental health advocate. I can see those dreams coming to fruition. Pretty awesome, actually.