Another UN-Lonely Day

Lots of things in my life are now up in the air. I have lost a sense of independence- one I hope to regain soon. Everyone is worried about me but I will be okay. I promise. I am strong and stubborn. I know that what happened to me is horrible but I look at it as an opportunity to understand other people and help them. I want to volunteer with Burn Camps and Children's Burn Victim Support Groups. If you have any information or know of any web sites I can look at or anyone I can talk to please leave a comment and let me know.

Really don't worry- This may have been the most physical pain I've experienced but I have endured much more emotionally. I'm a survivor.

Love keeps lifting me higher

2 days ago I experienced the scariest moment and most painful time of my life. I am okay and I will get through this. Thanks for all the love and support from my friends and family.

2 more sessions of camp and then my summer is offically over. It's been very exciting and I can't wait until the next one.

What a special day...
Today my mom is getting married. It is a special day for her, and for me. With her becoming a married woman and me getting out of a serious relationship we have bonded. There are always those rocky year in which a daughter and mother do not see eye to eye and that has finally ended for us. Although I have always loved and respected my mom, the past few years I have felt like we just haven't connected. I see the fact that we are able to bond and be close as a sign of my coming of age. I am now wiser and maturer and my gift for being these is the new found relationship with my mother. I have grown both inside and out and she has noticed.

I realize that right now I am in a highly-growth- saturated stage in my life. I feel like I have grown so much on the inside and outside. I've matured even more and learned more about myself. I'm fine-tuning my style and the way I interact with people. I'm open to things I never thought I would be open to. I realize that I regret nothing in my life- even the things that hurt me- because it all makes me stronger and better equipped to deal with the future.

Home again I come. There's so much thinking to do here that I miss the feeling of working hard. It has been a good two weeks- my legs are torn to shreds and I have multiple bruises. Both are signs of hard work and my clumsiness. I find myself wanting to get away. To start something new and to be challenged. I just want to be freer.

I'm reading an interesting book about Women's Liberation and the Sexual Liberation. It's called 'Promiscuities' - I suggest reading it.