Reading back upon the posts from last Summer touched a nerve. It hit me straight in the chest. My mind wondering whether things would be different today if things went in a different direction then.
But.
I cannot think of the what ifs, as I ride this stormy rollercoaster of real high highs and real low lows. Because today is where I am. And the days are long and the evenings are lonely. And the struggle is a mountain I am climbing.
But.
After the steep becomes the ease, the gentle stroll down or perhaps even a soft floaty parachute ride.
Things will be good again.
