Dear Uterus,
There will come a time, or maybe it's already here and I'm late, that I will need to stop writing to you, and redirect it to something else.
By this I mean that I cannot always focus on what was. I need to focus on what will be.
The problem is, as I've said before-- I'm not sure what will be.
So for now, I write to you.
I've not been writing this for that long. It hasn't been that long since everything happened, but I feel a tiny bit more at peace since I started. I feel a tiny bit less isolated. I feel a tiny bit different with every post.
I know that I can't change what happened... no amount of letters to you are going to return things to how they were. I have a new normal I need to adjust to. I have a new way of thought, a new look at things.
I'm not sure if I'll make it the full 365 days before I feel the need to move into the future... I'm not sure that I won't need more than 365 days.
We'll travel this road together and we'll see how it ends...
-Michelle
There will come a time, or maybe it's already here and I'm late, that I will need to stop writing to you, and redirect it to something else.
By this I mean that I cannot always focus on what was. I need to focus on what will be.
The problem is, as I've said before-- I'm not sure what will be.
So for now, I write to you.
I've not been writing this for that long. It hasn't been that long since everything happened, but I feel a tiny bit more at peace since I started. I feel a tiny bit less isolated. I feel a tiny bit different with every post.
I know that I can't change what happened... no amount of letters to you are going to return things to how they were. I have a new normal I need to adjust to. I have a new way of thought, a new look at things.
I'm not sure if I'll make it the full 365 days before I feel the need to move into the future... I'm not sure that I won't need more than 365 days.
We'll travel this road together and we'll see how it ends...
-Michelle
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