Five months ago last week it ended.
Four years. Seems like 100 years ago. Almost feels like it didn't happen to me. In a way it didn't, I suppose, since I am not the same person I was four years ago.
Believe me, that's a good thing.
On a completely separate topic, my chiropractor's been doing Graston Technique treatments on me, hoping to get rid of some low-level chronic back pain. The goal is to gently break up small adhesions, scar tissue, etc. that have formed in the muscles over the
(Yes, there's a point to that last bit. Wait for it...)
Four years ago it began. Five months ago it ended. It was traumatic. Got me some new scar tissue, on top of even older scar tissue. My emotional mobility is somewhat restricted right now, and there's some chronic, low-level pain. I could medicate, and while that's always fun, it wouldn't make it better.
What a ridiculously accurate metaphor, eh? Seriously, I couldn't fabricate anything better than that.
Speaking of fabrication, I tried to write a short bio the other day for a photo blog I'll be participating in. I realized if I tried to recount the events of the last four and a half years, no one would believe me. It sounds completely over the top, like a bad Lifetime movie.
I'm looking forward to a time when I can stop playing that bad movie over and over in my head, and maybe focus on what's ahead. Or even the present, but I'm not even sure I know how to do that.
