It was a year ago that my life ended. Figuratively and very nearly literally.
And began again... better.
-Eventually.
It's a bit tricky to tell this story, because half of it involves someone else. I can tell my half. I can't tell his.
If I was telling this a year ago? I would go into detail.
But it's not a year ago. And the intervening year has taught me so much- almost despite myself. What I've learned the last year has turned baffled despair into resolute hope and joyousness; "victimhood" into gratitude; and anger into understanding.
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