Six months ago I finally handed over all my hope and the rest of what was left of my heart. What I thought was to be, what I had invested in, poured myself into and clung to was no longer. The last six months have been a weird purgatory of middle land.. Freedom to move forward, to breathe.. But still choking on the sobs of what was. Stumbling through the labyrinth of what was , along with the emotions. So brutal.
Tomorrow I start fresh. Not over.. Because you can’t move back in time.
Tomorrow is new me, new options, new love, new life. Redemption, renewal. I am alive. I am happy. I am free.
