A lot has happened. I fell in love - and out if it. Tried to drown the hurt with alcohol. Just to feel anything. It worked for a little while, but long term? Not the best idea. At least I survived the wounds that I never thought I would survive. The shards of my broken heart cut open my intestines. I could literally taste the blood. I had to re-learn to eat properly, sleep alone and mostly to love myself. Choosing myself over anyone was the hardest thing to do. But here I am. You would not recognize me again and that is the biggest win for me.















