This was going to solve everything. I was so sure. Jump on a plan. Travel the world. Go it alone. Independence. Emancipation. Fixed.
I’m a pretty smart girl but shees I am dumb sometimes.
As if this could have been a miracle cure to an almost-lifetime of hurt. As if there is a miracle cure.
This will take a lot of hard work. The hard work started on April 21. I have found my inspiration.
This will not break me. It will change me. I will be better than okay. I will be happy.
(and next time I blog, maybe – just maybe – I will be less cryptic)