Finally moved out…

This weekend after looking for somewhere to move out to for the last 8 ish months. I finally moved out. Finally. Finally. Finally!

My Mumma helped me move, she helped me get out of that shit hole. She helped me to unpack so that I could spend the last night and today at home with my family, with those that know me. It was what I needed, after a long arse 4 months in lock down, in lock down with an alcoholic. One day I will explain the trauma and the experience of both living in a house that reminded me of my father and the experience of living with my father.

But not today.

Today is a post for happiness, of change and of positive vibes. I have moved into a new place, where I will have to learn new routines and new people but I know that this move is a positive step forward, to hopefully more stable times and a more stable life. A calming atmosphere. An atmosphere that is what I need to gain strength and power.

This illustration is from Charlie Macksey’s book, The Boy, The Mole, The Fox and The Horse and really how true is this. I think I need to forgive those that have hurt me and I also need to forgive myself in order to grow. Grow further and faster. I have strength and resillience to make it and to keep on going.

I’ve got this. Tonight. Tomorrow and onwards.