It's like being a recovering alcoholic, the need to record my thoughts.
This has been a most difficult period of my life, a time that brought great joy, and then grief that comes from seeing the life I thought we were building on a solid foundation evaporate into ether.
There is enough blame to go around. The die is cast, the results unmitigated. Hope for putting the puzzle back together erodes daily with each new revelation. It's just the way it is going to be.
With that knowledge comes a certain satisfaction of dusting the room and closing the door for the last time. Moving on to a new growth experience.
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