something personal but great happened the other day, the "great" day. things with doc are starting to look good, up, whatever. i am hopeful. hopeful that things will return to not normal, but good. the norm was us fighting all the time, we don't do that anymore. in fact i feel guilty whenever i snap at him and apologize immediately. he does the same thing. things are looking good, i may be able to save my marriage. for this i am grateful.
my dark mood has lifted. i'm no longer walking through a dark place. from the reactions of doc, i'm actually pleasant to be around. finally, it's about time. all i want to do is keep my freedom and stay out of the hospital. my freedom means more to me than anything.