I have sought a fair amount of counseling in these past couple of weeks. I have been unsure of myself, unclear and stressed about future events, as well as emotionally distraught. Talking to people and about these things has proved to be my teaspoon of sugar, while throwing myself into my career has been the medicine.
I no longer feel remorse or regret for anything that has happened since December. In fact, I feel quite lucky to have what I have now. I love myself. I’m overwhelmed with the life part at the moment, sure, but the former is what I’ve been working on the most and the catalyst for the latter. I have done nothing but try to be the good person in all of this, which was probably my biggest mistake. I know, now, that it is better to hurt someone and be honest than bottle things up until they burst. Common sense, Annie, as my Dad would tell me.
I am happy in a relationship again, and I am happy with myself through all the stress of the day to day. Is then when my grown-up life begins? Feels like it. Times, they are a-changing.
