"If you're not happy with yourself, you're not happy with the world around you", that has been my motto since I hit the bottom 2 years ago. I rebuilt myself around that principle.
How did I let it go? How did I let myself get to this state? As I mentioned before, it's as if I was in a "trance", as if it was another person inside my mind. My ideas are now completely different, how is this possible from one day to the other? I guess it's the power of fear, the power of the simple idea of being separated from the two persons that I love most in this world. My wife and my son.
I know it's not my fault only. But I should have known better, I should have known what I suffered in the past and what is a stake now. But still, I let myself get sad, angry and bitter.
I can't take time back. Every time I see a reference to a date when things were better, I just wish I could transport myself there. But I can't.
I just hope it's not too late. I just hope my wife will kiss me again, will hug me and we'll truly laugh together. I just wish I could take my son to school until he can do it himself. I just which I can be there when my son says his first word. When he walks. When he knows who I am.
Me: 36 Wife: 33 Together: 09/2007 Married: 03/2010 I love you but...: 06/2011 Separated: 06/2011 Rebuilding: 11/2011