Day 0: Redux

Today, I met with the Talker for the last time. It was not unexpected and something that I had been looking forward to for the last several visits. She and I had begun to discuss whether or not I still needed to come talk to her. It became evident over the last few visits that I had, indeed, developed the tools necessary to be happy and not allow my past to overshadow my future. The Talker said that she was extremely impressed with how I had managed to traverse this undeniably herculean endeavor of dealing with and putting my past behind me this quickly.  I made some remark about how I couldn’t have done it without the amazing infrastructure of friends that I have at my disposal and being given the tools to trust them to help me move forward.  They know who they are.

There had always been the concern that what I was experiencing was rooted in false emotions, but I put those fears behind me. I’m happy. Really really happy. It has nothing to do with what anyone else has contributed to my life; but with what I, over the last five months, have chosen to give back to my life. The trust that I lost so long ago and figured I’d never have again. I’m not as cocky to believe that I don’t have anything else left to work on or that the accomplishments I’ve made do not need constant vigil. I’m secure knowing that whatever I am confronted with, I will make decisions not based on the fears of my past; but on the possibilities of my future.

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