I almost forgot how theraputic writing is...I felt near immediate relief after I had posted the last spilling of my heart.
A record of an extreme low.
I'm happy that I am blessed with what seems like an endless well of hope, and an ability to pull it back together and start over.
This trip back home is going to be an emotional one...it's on the heels of Ian's suicide, and will be the first time I will have seen/spoke with my Dad in 8 or so years. I also have preliminary plans to go to San Francisco and see some old best friends from as far back as elementary school that are now, like most of my friends, only loosely connected through Facebook. I know when we get together it will be almost as if no time has past. It will mostly consist of recalling the past, past events - and a lot of laughing (and boy do I need that)....Our lives since have been disconnected...of course mostly my fault..I'm the one that pulled out and away...but I guess we all did.
It's a new year..and I'm hoping facing some past demons will allow me to heal and transcend to a new mind/emotional set.
Wish me luck.
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