tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562941995842995627.post5590346957424999004..comments2020-04-04T07:48:33.817-07:00Comments on Postcards from Therapy: Glimpses of "Normalcy"Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281420407748540105noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562941995842995627.post-44606930938167939772011-11-21T23:09:39.531-08:002011-11-21T23:09:39.531-08:00NORMAL....Arggg....a word that tore at me all thro...NORMAL....Arggg....a word that tore at me all through rehab. My mom kept saying, "You know, she used to be NORMAL." Oh how I hated to hear that. Yes, I was completly messed up and different, but what if that was the best I had? It wasn't...and most people would say I'm normal now.....so do your best to embrace what you have and not focus on what's lost...it will all tell in time.Elizabeth, John, Jack, and Lukehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10177382087963521875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562941995842995627.post-74581830311629034432011-11-21T20:31:13.678-08:002011-11-21T20:31:13.678-08:00Normal will always evolve. Sit back and relax. E...Normal will always evolve. Sit back and relax. Enjoy the sounds of yesterday, but do not watch your life glimpsing through the rear view mirror. I always hold on to the hope and knowledge that what is coming ahead of us is much more promising than the yuck we have gone through. Enjoy the smell of the grill and your hope for tomorrow! :-)<br /><br />TaraAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com