All I’d ever wanted was to forget. But even when I thought I had succeeded, pieces kept emerging, like tiny bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below…
Last summer, I suffered a slight emotional breakdown. Okay so maybe it was a massive breakdown that lasted nearly half a year. Whatever. I spent that entire time by myself trying to forget everything that drove me into this very bad place. I couldn’t escape it. I started coming around again when I realized that I didn’t want to spend my 25th birthday alone. Months later, I still wasn’t completely over it. But something happened last weekend. Someone walked past me smelling of his shampoo, and that normally would’ve made me remember, but, on that day, there was no rush of emotionally charged memories. No shooting pain through my chest. Nothing. I’ve finally let go.
