Its a sad picture, The final blow hit you
Someone else gets what you wanted, again.
To save space I'll start by saying that this past weekend a large part of my world was turned on its ear and fell apart...
Now I'm faced with the daunting task of some rebuilding of myself as a person and some demolition as I tear down whatever walls that kept me from doing things right the first time. That is what life is all about, isn't it? Isn't it all a learning experience where we try things and they either work out and we're happy or they don't work and we are forced to learn, rebuild, demolish and try to get things right next time.
Five days removed from the scene of the crime and I am just taking things one day, one hour, one minute, sometimes one breath at a time. Its a frightening experience to say the least and one that, unfortunately, I cannot convey in words or actions just how painful it all is. There's light at the end of every tunnel though, a rainbow at the end of every storm. There will be consolation here too.
I looked in the mirror yesterday morning...I was faced with a choice. I could walk away and say I don't need this.
But, there was something in my eyes that told me I could beat this....
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