I've gone through a lot since giving up my apartment, and everything I own... I'm at home with my parents, though my mum has been in hte hospital for quite some time. Month and a half I believe... they'd had her on life support for 16 days, and didn't think she'd make it, but now she's in a rehab facility walking a few feet with a walker.

She's superwoman, what can I say?

I'm at a job that's less than interesting, but it's a stable job, I have good friends there, and the stress is low, so I can't quite complain about that. It's some stability I've been craving for ages, so I cherish it.

My son and I are loving our time together. I have him most of the week since his dad has a bit of a hard time keeping him in line and on a strict schedule... he recently started school, and they already moved him up to the advanced class. He's so smart. I can't believe it. He's 4 now by the way...

I'm engaged. <3 I've known this man for almost 10 years, and we'd lost touch for a few years but he found me again on facebook over winter break. He came home for leave from a tour in Iraq (he's in the army) and we cliqued. It's that movie kind of love, and sickening, really. My son adores him, we're that happy little family. He has 7 more months, give or take, to go in Iraq, and we're getting married in December.

We had one of our dogs put down yesterday, and I'm having a hard time accepting it. A hard time accepting a reality, actually. I was outright convinced I'd go out on the couch and she'd be there, but she wasn't, and I was quite confused why.

I spent time in IP last year... 5 days. I have BPD and PTSD, and left without counseling, my case manager told me recently that she's worried I'll develop multiple personalities. I dissociate regularly. After last night and my inability to realize my dog was gone, I was actually a bit afraid of it.

I always joke about being crazy, I didn't realize I was slowing getting there.

I have been through more in my life than I'd ever wish on anyone, and it's not about to be something I post in here... so maybe I'll use art as my outlet since I'm finally getting the knack of photoshop down.

But my days are spent trying to keep it together until my fiance comes home safely, my mother is well, and my head wants to work again.

I've come so, so far, it really would be a shame to lose it all *now*