It's been a while since I've posted.
Hell, it's been a while since I've written anything.
I've tried to find a way to neatly sum up all that has happened in my life over the last year but, for the first time in my life, words have utterly and completely failed me.
Maybe one day I'll get there, maybe one day I'll wake up knowing exactly how to weave the tale of my journey into becoming a single parent.
Maybe one day I'll suddenly find the words to explain the new scars on my heart and soul.
Today is not that day.
Words are these amazing, living, evolving things that we use in so many unique and fantastic ways. Used at their best they tell beautiful stories, encourage others, declare new love.
At their worst?
Words used as a weapon cut far deeper than any blade, poison the mind, destroy the soul, dismantle trust, crush hope.
Used at their worst words can create wounds you fear will never heal.
I am not those wounds.
I am more than the words used against me by others.
I am more than the words I use against myself.
I am just as much of a product of words of encouragement and strength as I am the words meant to harm.
I am MORE a product of the words of words of encouragement and strength than I am the words meant to harm.
They still hurt, I still find myself looking down expecting to see blood because surely anything that is this soul rending should manifest physically. How can so much pain exist without proof of existence?
Nights like tonight, when it's quiet and still and I'm still reeling from emotional sabotage from "well intended" family members (a story for another time), I find it hard to remind myself I am more than these scars.
I've come so far though. Piece by piece I've begun to let go of the mix-matched baggage of my past. With each beat up bag discarded I find myself happier, healthier, stronger, lighter.
Despite tonight's bout of despondency I am happier than I can remember being in quite some time. Things are better now than they have been in quite some time. My future is brighter than it had been for quite some time.
That's right my loves, I am still ever the optimist and even a set back such as this will never change that. I still believe life works out as it should and that each heartache and misstep are nothing more than building blocks in the foundation of who we are meant to be.
(Forgive the rambling, it's been a weird day. Forgive the typos and errors, I am snuggled in bed using my phone and should be sleeping.)