And it's still a rough day for me. Friday, that is. Last Friday, August 22nd, to be more exact. The day I was assaulted six years ago.
It truly never goes away no matter how long it has been. Because it's a part of who I am.
I've come a long way. Everyone keeps telling me that. But somehow, I fail to see that. All I see is the same old, same old with some new bits and pieces here and there.
I just thought I'd be in a different place by now. Physically, emotionally, mentally, etc.
I don't know. I just feel stuck even with the good things in my life right now. I still feel like I have these obstacles; obstacles that will always be there until the day I die.
*sigh* And I'm just tired. And back at the point where I'm questioning myself. Do I keep going down my path or do I just settle in where I'm at and just deal?
I'm torn over what to do. Because either way, heartache will ensue in some suit or form. Because that is the story of my life. Which is why I freak the hell out when something good actually happens. Shit is always around the corner for me.
I think, for now, I'm going to settle in for a bit. See how things go...but try my damndest to keep the door open.
