One Year Later

A year ago I had no idea that a broken heart was such a real, tangible, physical thing. I have never struggled so hard on all fronts - mental, physical and emotional. Were it not for the embrace of family and friends I do not know where I would be. And I know many simply did not know what to do or say, which I completely understand.

On the plus side, I was very fortunate to spend more time than usual in Rockport and I reconnected with a lot of people from my past which was like a soothing balm. My best friend came through for me, as I always knew she would, and so many others were kind and patient and at least bit their tongues when they could not figure out what was taking me so freaking long to cheer the hell up. I have also had the chance to dig deep and start cleaning out the hideous mess that is the attic of my psyche.

I was hoping that one year would hold some magic ending or closure, but it hasn't. Just need to keep on trudging up the mountain. Just have to take it underground and be more quiet about it LOL.

I had always loved October. To me, more than any other month it represented a time to start fresh and begin anew. I will hang onto that as I do not intend to give this anniversary any more power or attention in the future. Thank you everyone. I love you all.

Some Family

Some Friends