I wrote this last night at the neighbourhood watering-hole. It was great to sit at a table with good folks and pull out the trusty old notepad. I haven't re-read it. I'm just going to type it and see how it goes:

"No one expects you to be sane right now."

I try really hard to maintain my composure. My leonine dignity. Until I drink. Then I can release. Too much comes out at once and I can't control it, but at least I no longer have to contain it. I digress. So I try. I stay positive; try to keep smiling above all else. I'm okay with things as I understand them. However, the heart and the mind are two different places. Just because I understand and am accepting doesn't mean I don't feel like a chewed up wreck inside. It'll take awhile to emotionally go through certain stages to grow into what the mind already knows. I have to feel to finally really understand.