So, right now I am at the edge of this new life. I have all of these options now and decisions to make along the way. And I know there are dangers, I know there are pitfalls, I know I could get hurt. But I also don’t want to watch life pass me by while I sit in my house night after night and day after day. I DO SO want to live.
He was a gentleman. He was generous, he was open, he was flattering. And I thought…this is just a night, just a man, doesn’t mean anything. I would not let myself even entertain the notion that it ever could.
They knew I would make it when I had great doubts. But if I’m only at the beginning – it is a start. And I pray to the Lord that I do not turn back now.
feel like I’ve been at a busy intersection for a while. I’m so anxious to get passed the hurt and pain that I lose site of the fact that there is a process to healing. Steps to mourning. And even though progress is slow, there is progress, and I’m inching forward little by little.