I’ve found that I only write when something triggers my emotions, I only right when my mood is low. But then I forget to write about what happens on the day to day basis when life is ‘normal’ again, when I am my ‘new normal’. I’ve found a way to smile again, I’ve found a way to be the new me.
I don’t spend my days crying, I can get out of bed everyday. I push myself to my limits again and I have found a new happiness. I spend my days talking about my son, I spend my days talking about things that don’t matter.
I guess life has found it’s way back to me. I’ve made new friends, lost old friends and found out who really is there for me. I know it’s ok to cut people out of my life, and that my life is my own. I don’t need anyone else to approve, I don’t need to make anyone else happy. I don’t need to bend for any one, and if my ‘new life’ makes anyone else uncomfortable, they don’t need to listen. But that doesn’t mean I am going to stop talking.
I think the few lessons I have learnt and would pass on is well; it’s not ok. and don’t let anyone tell you they know how YOU feel, because even I don’t know how you feel. Every story is different.