I just got the mail. Inside was a large envelope from Palouse Properties. I just about wet myself.
It brought up such a feeling of dread/anticipation/fear/excitement/I WANT TO THROW UP!!!!!
Inside this seemingly harmless little envelope is the contract for a lease for an apartment in Moscow. Which means me. going back to Moscow. Living on me own. Paying for bills. Paying for food. :/
Most importantly it means me...taking care of myself. DOING this recovery thing. for reals. :/ I'm terrified.
What if I fail? What if I give up and let ED win? Am I strong enough? Am I ready? Will I ever know?
Prayers appreciated. Cause who knew that such a lil' white envelope could scare the pants right off a meh!
:/ I'm going to blow into a small paper bag now...
