Shit. Did I really write that?
Well today it is. I feel good.
I've got through a year and a week. I'm not stupid. I know that the second year is as hard as the first.
But I've got through a year and a week. That fact has proved to me that I can do another year and a week. I'll just enjoy the happiness and strength while it's here. No more, no less. I don't expect anything else.
I've had enough of getting on my own nerves. I'm done with being weak all the time. I want some of "me" back - the strength, the laughter and a bit of recklessness. Where has the girl gone that is in my photos? Where is she? I need a bit of her back.
I can feel her coming alive again though. Her heart has started beating again, instead of faintly pulsating.