Recovery journal

Day 35: It's my baby girl's 18th birthday. Those who are close to me know how I like to spoil and celebrate. It's killing me that I can't go out and pick up all the fun little trinkets I normally would. I'm trying to muster up the courage to transport myself to the store. I'm afraid of falling and no one being there to help. I've already promised her a proper celebration once I'm back on my feet, but still...