...it was easier to feel the anger. The anger fueled me, kept the sadness from taking over every ounce of my body. But the anger is no longer here…no longer my confidante, my companion, my ironic solace. I am left with nothing - just hollow - and empty.
The time I spent on myself - really a great help - makes me realize that I should be a part of the journey.
“I don’t want to be a passenger in my own life.” – Diane Ackerman