I wanted to write about yesterday. It was a good day.
I didn't have any anger outbursts and didn't cry over anything stupid. I was in control and it felt pretty darn good.
I still had moments that threatened to push me over the edge, but I was able to keep it under control. It was awesome.
I have an intense personality. I always have. I'm opinionated and impulsive and picky. I'm hard to live with. I write this down because I'm trying to remember who I was before I wasn't. And, not being able to control my inner workings has given new light to the idea of "self-control". I have more power over myself than I've ever given myself credit for.
I want all my days to be good. I know crappy things are still going to happen, but I've been given the blessing of being able to see my way through those moments and living to tell the tale.
So, there it is. A good thing.