A year ago I was dying.
Fooled you didn’t I?
I was DYING.
Slowly.
In front of all of you.
Not in a way the world would consider a real illness but I WAS dying.
Terminal grief.
With no end in sight.
I decided in the month previous that I was going to live! For you and I. Which of course meant saying yes to any and everything. Fatal. Fatal flaw. A cruelty only I could have placed on myself. I decided to venture out.
I felt free.
It was lie.
The truth was I was free of Prescott. Of the box I felt smashed in each day. I love Prescott and always will but it nearly killed me. Looking back on this I cannot believe how far I have come internally. How little I valued myself then. The lost girl scrambling in a landslide. How easily I robbed myself of the very thing I spent my life searching for.
Me.
How grateful I am to still be fighting, struggling, thriving.
The thaw did come.
In time.
But barely. 😔
What a gift this last year has been.
A year ago I was days away from my rebirth.
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