A couple of weeks ago, a friend told me that she sees me as one of the strongest, most independant women she knows.
I felt like a fraud.
I had been slowly fading, slowly slipping into something, someone that wasn't me. I was being worn away into a semblance of a life that somebody else could have had once.
My heart is broken, but I feel like I'm on the cusp of something good. It's a strange feeling. I'm writing again, but this time it's for me.
Within a day, my flights were booked. The water's waiting for me.
Hooray you posted!ReplyDelete
Writing really is a personal thing -- of course that's what makes your blog fun and interesting.
Enjoy your travels!
"To thine own self be true..."ReplyDelete
Carla always read your blog and I finally thought I should look it up on your facebook. I hope you are feeling better... seems like your last post was a little upsetting!