I never lost faith in the end of the story, I never doubted not only that I would get out, but also that I would prevail in the end and turn the experience into the defining event of my life, which, in retrospect, I would not trade
I tried to put deadlines on things a long while back. In my various attempts to find solace with my situation, I saw that "sometimes" setting internal deadlines helps you reach detachment when the mark comes and goes. It never felt right to me. I think it works for a lot of people, but for me it felt hollow, kind of like writing my anger down in a letter and mailing it myself. It was worth a shot, but in the end I never tore the letter up. It remains sealed and delivered to me, but I think its destruction has to wait until I'm passed the hurt. The act of tearing up that letter would serve me better as a conclusion and not an attempt to 'find' that conclusion.
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You must never confuse faith that you will prevail in the end.......with the discipline to confront the most brutal facts of your current reality....
Same as what everyone here is telling me, it's all plain as day. But seeing and hearing are different than believing. I know it's right, but I don't know what it's going to take to accept it.
