Yesterday I took a break, went to Bunnings and noticed, before the thought of going out was a big mental battle.

Who will see me, what will they think, watch the face movement, pick up on what they are saying by not saying anything. Try and make it seem OK, that you are dressed a little better than a bag lady etc etc etc.

The enemy kept telling me things like, do you really think you should go, are you really worth it, can you spare the money, your this your that, all the time.

Yesterday I went out and thought NOTHING, but wanted it to be a little warmer, I have nice cloths but just not ready to wear.

But watch out, this little duck is coming back into life, I am so excited I cannot even explain what its like to not be condemned for everything I or others have done.

And bags of cloths are in the car, ready to drop off and give to others, yipee. Before I would have just kept everything, not anymore.