From the end of 2012. Haven't gotten too far, but at least I'm not where I was. FYI I only used the end of the poem because it emphasized the way I was feeling more than if I had used the whole thing.

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Finally got the courage to finish and upload this. It serves as a vent and gratitude, all at once. I have had a terrible year, and I'm horrified that it's over, and I haven't done anything really, truely productive. I'm only now seeing just how stale I've made things, and I need to shape up, if only to be a better mother to my kids. They deserve more from Mommy.

My New Year's resolution is to crawl my way out of this fucking hole I'm in, even though I'm still raw and bleeding. I'm not gonna lay down here anymore. Thank you, God, for being there every step of the way, and blessing me with these two wonderful children who get me out of bed everyday, and MAKE me try, whether I want to or not. Thanks to everyone who's stood by me, every step of the way. I love you all.

I am making a smaller version to distribute on Facebook and other social media.

Footsteps in the Sand (c) Mary Stevenson

Art (c) me