Shock. That is a word that describes one of the feelings I felt when things went wrong. I was confused, and I couldn’t understand what was going on. I was cut off. Cut off emotionally from the one I loved. I was thrown into a dungeon of loneliness and solitude, everything taken from me. The last thing I had, my family, turned on me and shut me out. Damned.
I won’t lie, I was close to breaking. But here I am, accepting what has happened, and learning to move on. Have I made mistakes? Yes, I have. But learning from those mistakes is what’s important. Learning and using the knowledge that I have now to better myself, move on, and live my NEW life. A fresh start.
I could do like many people and hold grudges, wish bad upon someone, plot revenge, whatever. But how would that help? You make your own bed, YOU are the one who sleeps in it. If I’m not wanted, fine. Time to shine and live MY life as it was intended. No more playing the victim, no more whoa is me. Now is the time for me to step up, and never back down…
“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one that has opened for us.” – Alexander Graham Bell
Now Playing: “Sacrifice” by Theory of a Deadman