This relentless marathon continues. Who knows where it's going? Like I've said before, I would have never imagined I would've still been here at this time. Tomorrow will mark 8 months after bomb #2. Two days ago was 5 months after my W moved out. When I first started this journey, it felt a lot more like a sprint or 5K at best.
This "marathon" can be very exhausting, even frustrating at times. On the other hand, it has been a great opportunity for personal growth. I've made a lot of new friends along the way. I've done a lot of things I'm not sure I ever would have done. I've grown closer to God. I've grown closer to my S. I am now motivated to become my best possible self.