Feel free to read between the lines (or lack thereof) as to how rapidly things are improving for me right now. I want to think I'm getting there, that I'm not sinking. And I am having more light(er) moments. I am concentrating for longer, and finding pleasure in simple things again. But on the other hand I am struggling more with overwhelming panic and those "not good enough" self-accusations.
Anyway. Isn't it such a blessing that the camera captures the beautiful for me, and not the darkness? :)
Jenna totally rocks the vintage dress Em chose for her birthday.
We took friends to the Museum of Childhood. It was a good day.
Jenna spent every penny of her money in the gift shop buying a present for Jeremy. He spent his pocket money buying a bubble wand for her. Generous little people! It was one of those enchanted days where siblings suddenly offer to share and hug each other spontaneously, where all the things that might go wrong just don't, and the sun shines after all.
It's hard to keep posting, keep connected, keep sharing, when I don't feel great. Then when I do, I find it helps; orders things for me and reminds me how many good things we *did* find this week.
The baby beaming at every new discovery, and every rediscovery of such things as the feeling of sticky juice on her hands or the joy of peekaboo or the taste of dirt. Bright green prickles from chestnut trees. Home made biscuit bars. The sound of rain on glass. Hot tea in a flask. A new Brambly Hedge DVD. The smell of damp wool drying over the kitchen door. Rose petals falling everywhere.