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The secret life of me
I have had a reasonably good week, considering. This is perhaps why I haven't yet finished or posted my journal entry about how I once again risked losing my family. A journal should be for recording the hard, confronting stuff as well as the casual quips. But the last week has been so nice, that I haven't wanted to go back to that dark place.

I should still finish writing the entry, though, plus one for last Saturday evening - dinner at the Dava on the anniversary of Mum's death. The night was great and meant a lot to me.

I love my family so much. Sometimes this reduces me to tears. Just at the moment, though, it simply makes me happy. All thoughts of risking it are gone, leaving just a view of a (mostly) bright future.