A year after starting this new season of my life and I'm still flailing around like a fish out of water. I've decided, for me at least, my divorce was the best and worst decision all rolled into one. Some days I feel so freed by that decision and others I feel paralyzed. It's mostly in the lonely hours of the evening, when I can't sleep, that it feels so debilitating. I'm so tired of being angry and resentful. I want to let it all go. There's still so much from my past that continues to affect my present that I sometimes wonder if it will always linger.
