This is the year I turn August from what
is typically the most uneventful month of the year to one in which I thrive. I
have begun to establish closure with the ex. While he has yet to be seen completely
in the past (I recycle memories and instant replays), I’ve gone minutes
building up to hours without thinking of him.
My days are mundane and regular; I no
longer try to escape from the suffering of everyday life. I embrace the days,
sometimes idly flittering them away, and sometimes fucking them hard in the
ass. Either way, Eleanor and therapy have helped tremendously and I am in an
amazing state of mental and psychological health. Could this all be because I’m
sober and actually allowing myself to feel process emotions and thoughts? Just
could be.