Just Me

So it's been a year and 3 months since I posted.  At least I think so because A, my internet sucks, and B even if it did work, I'm too lazy to go look at the last date I posted.  Yup, now you remember me.  

My life has changed a lot and then it hasn't.  The change in myself has been phenomenal and hopefully it will stay and continue to grow.  The love for my family, my sons and my wife, is stronger than ever and oh, I have my medicinal marijuana card.  So yah, there's that too.  Score.

I want to change the name of my blog because it doesn't fit anymore. I moved.  Into an apartment.  In Norman, OK, and yes, on a side note, Boomer Sooner.  So guess what's gone?  Yep, the cow.  So therein lies the problem as we are now just two lesbians and no cow.  I don't think I can change the name tho and yes, again, I am too lazy to find out so the cow stays.  At least for now. 

For those of you who don't know, I've spent 35 days of November and December in a mental health institution.  The best by far of any of the vast mental health restoration centers I have ever visited.  If you ever need to get your crazy on then get in touch with the folks at Oakwood Springs in OKC.  They're amazing.  While there, I met some incredible people.  Some of whom, I still and will continue to keep in touch with as they have seen me at my worst and best and lifted me up the entire time. I can not thank all of you enough.  You are indeed wonderful people.

The gambling is in remission thanks to those same folks at Oakwood Springs.  I get a shot now to help with the urges and it and my determination have me on the path to success.  To all who have supported me and stood beside me in this endeavor, thank you.  Because of this success and my continued growth, I am becoming the best Tonya I can be.  Which is saying a lot, because this Tonya has been the worst Tonya can be over the last year as well. I'm fortunate to say most if not all of my friends and family have hung on with me during this tumultuous time. I'm lucky to call you all family more than friends and your continued support is all I could ever ask for from my brothers and sisters.  I've finally started adulting and for now, I'm content sitting in my recliner, watching some Hunger Games and going to Thunder games and eventually OU football games next season.  Wahooooo, life honestly is absolutely great.  I believe in myself and I believe in the love we all carry and have for each other and that is all I truly think I'll ever need. Again, to all of you reading this, thank you all.  Uuntil next time, peace out.  




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