As some of you know, I've slipped off the recovery wagon and am fighting tooth and nail to get back on.
I haven't been reading many blogs lately. Those that I do find time to read, I often do not comment on.
I often feel guilty about that.
On my private blog (send an email to diggingmeup at gmail dot com if you'd like an invite!) I've been asking for support and encouragement. A lot.
And I often apologize to my readers/friends for not being able to reciprocate.
Yesterday, as I was about to type yet another apology, I stopped. "Put your own oxygen mask on first before helping your child/loved one/neighbor."
Last year, I took my son on his very first plane ride. I buckled him in and we listened as the flight attendants went through the safety instructions. They were talking about the oxygen masks when one flight attendant made a point of coming to me and reiterating, "Make sure you put yours on first before helping your son with his."
I smiled politely as I thanked her, but inside I scoffed, "What the hell, lady? Do you honestly think I'll take care of myself before my precious child??? Dream f-ing on!!"
But as I go through (yet another) slip in my recovery, I realize the truth in that statement. If I don't take care of me first, I won't be around to take care of anyone else.
So, if I'm quiet in our neck of the blogosphere for a while longer, please know that I think about each and every one of you often with lots of love and tons of support. And when I get back on that recovery wagon, know that I'll be taking the reins and driving by your house to help you.