One year ago... I was happy to have a break, to not have to think about it anymore, to not wish and hope and want. Despite the fact that a dream had been crushed, I was somewhat relieved because I could live a little, if only over Christmas.
It was the break I needed before what was to become the most difficult year of my life. I enjoyed myself, even smoked the odd cigarette. I was slim and snygg and I knew that we were only months away from it happening.
One year later. Today. All worry, despair and heartache is gone. The worst year of my life has become the best year of my life. So simple. So obvious. Tack!
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