Counting your blessings
Yesterday I found out that I was going to be able to get my schooling paid for after all. I am going to school to get my degree in psychology. I am working on picking up the classes I need so I can go on to get my Master’s in Psychology with an emphasis in Mental Illness so I can do counseling.
I am so excited. It all came together in such a God way. I know it was God’s timing and His doing.
Then last night I receive a nasty email from my daughter talking about how sick I am mentally. I used to be sick – very sick. She hasn’t seen me how I am now. She lives 2500 miles away. She doesn’t accept my recovery no matter what other people tell her on how well I am doing.
What do I do? Nothing. Except pray. She has her own battles to fight. She is her mother’s daughter. I know how I am doing myself. I know how the people around tell me how much better I am doing. I see how involved in life I am now compared to three years ago. Even two years ago.
I talked to this man yesterday about that the fact that I spoke on mental health. He asked me if I would be willing to be a laison speaker for an upcoming conference. I said yes. That is really exciting for me.
I work very hard on my recovery. It is a daily thing. I feel for my daughter. She is battling hard on her own in her own denial. I have been there. It is not a pleasant place.
Now, I count my blessings. I work hard for what I have. I know where I want to go and I am aiming high. One day at a time.