Monday, January 9, 2012. A few changes have happened to our family over the last several months. Our children, the oldest three, have all gone back to school. I lost sleep over that decision, but now that we are almost 4 months into the school year, all my fears are gone. My children are doing well, and are enjoying the new experiences they have been having. We have been attending a Western Rite Antiochian. Right now I feel as tho.

The is the real me. So obvious for the world to see. Whether I was bound or free. That alone would be me. I stood in fear and darkness. In my heart was evil and wickedness. I only knew and cared about how I felt. I guess that was the real me. Still with pangs of wrath. At least I could still be me. I alone walk on that path. No one is like me. No one is meant to be me. No one has what it takes to be me. No one can take the pains to be me.

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