Sometimes getting back into the swing of things is much easier said than done.
The last time I met with my lawyer, she said something to me that I haven’t quite been able to shake till now. She told me that as she read my pieces on here, she realized that I wasn’t quite out of the fog as she had thought I was. Since that day, I have found myself trying to prove (to myself) that I am indeed out of the fog. Silly as it sounds, I was living life by avoiding everything that would remotely remind me of what used to be. That is until I realized that for those of us that have lived in the fog, there will always come a point in time that although we are out, we will have our moments with one foot in the light while the other slipped back into the darkness.
I tried to explain to her the reasons I felt were important to understand why it may appear this way to her, not seeing that I was actually making excuses. It was a hard admission I had to face. I was in denial, to be honest. I couldn’t possibly believe that after all this time, how hard I’ve worked, and how intensely I have fought … that maybe, just maybe … I was back at where I started.