So, the first 2.25 years that passed after my mom's death were pretty dang awful. I won't write about them here because I already have a lot and it's in the past. It's gone, and I don't miss the awful feeling I carried with me daily.
But, the past 8 months have been different. A LOT of healing has suddenly taken place, and I am starting to feel like a new me, or the old me, or a healthy me, again.
This year, the anniversary came and went, and I experienced not much disturbance at all. To be able to say that, and write that, and know that I made it through the worst, and am now able to resume life, is something I'm extremely grateful for.
And, now, I can look at myself in the mirror, and say, "You did it. You survived the worst. You went through it. You healed. You never gave up. You did the work, and you're still doing it to ensure you stay strong. You did it. YOU did it."
I faced my tiger, and the tiger lost.
I DID IT!
To be a part of the land of the living again, is such a wonderful feeling. Now, I just have to make the most of my life.
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