I suppose I should address the obvious: it's been a while. It's been a four year journey. There's no doubt, I spent those four years sorting out me, myself, and I. All I will say about those days, weeks, months, years is that I am much kinder to myself.
It seems cliché to talk about the "road to recovery" and I really don't think I want to share that story anyway. It's enough to say that processing a divorce is hard. Grief is hard. In order to stop feeling the pain, you really have to step into that gaping wound, identify what is broken, figure out the proper treatment, and do it. It's a painful, but necessary process.
My bestest friend in the whole wide world has a superpower. She knows when I need to hear that poignant message from "The Help."
She recently sent a text to me with those words. A propos of nothing. She just sent it. I needed it. And that is one of the bits and pieces that I have internalized over the past four years.
More on that later.
