It seems absurd to think about all the time that has gone by after I decided to leave him for good, my shoulders feel lighter, the hole in my chest is undone and my need to write depressing lyrics is almost fulfilled (the only trouble is that I have nothing exciting to write about). Distractions have been my best friend; I’ve got a 9.5 final grade in my master’s degree that proves it.

I wasn’t sure if it was too soon to talk about the subject, but I did it anyway… The past twelve months have been filled with self-discovery, self-worth/ love, and a few mistakes; I decided to start over for many different reasons; we used to hurt ourselves in various ways and shapes that one day I decided that I didn’t want that kind of life for myself.

I gave almost four years of my life to that man; isn’t it weird how someone you once loved deeply is now a stranger? Is no longer invited to your friends’ birthdays and doesn’t appear in the family photos anymore. Someone who used to live in your head rent-free has been now evicted and it all has worked out.

I walked away as an act of hope, I couldn’t bear with the thought of me being “trapped” in my visions of the future; I lost my best friend the person that knew me the most but I found myself instead, I’m learning how to be in peace with that fact.