Everything that I own in bags and suitcases and as I transition from one apartment to another I notice a weight start to lift. Without knowing it, I still had dark memories that were linked to my old building, of love lost, of unbearable pain and the close scrape that I had with the darkness that almost killed me.
It felt good to leave all that behind. And even as I ran into a thing or two that belonged to her, I was finally able to look at it without the sharp pain that use to come when I thought of her. Is the beginning of the healing that I was promised would come or have I simply become accustomed to the pain. I guess you could say that it is a little bit of both, but whatever the case may be, I am feeling a lot better than I did three months ago.
I have come a long way, but I know that this is only the beginning of my new journey. The only way to do this, is to keep looking ahead and never behind, to enjoy where I am as well as where I am headed.
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