Today I’m tired. Tired of being strong. Of staying positive. Of focusing on the future. I’ve spent the past two months charging towards uncertainty. I’ve uprooted my life. I’ve left my husband. I’ve said goodbye to my dog. I’ve left behind almost all of my belongings. I’ve said goodbye to friends. I’ve lost friends over my decision. I’ve set boundaries, tough ones. I’ve requested and been approved for remote work. I’ve found an apartment. I’ve notified my loved ones. I’ve packed. I’ve driven 2,917 miles cross country. I’ve begun purchasing all of the items needed for a new home. I’ve had to spend my savings. I’ve had to get used to the sound of silence. I’ve had to get used to being alone.
And most days, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Most days, I can see good things on my horizon. Most days, I feel hope.
But today… today I’m tired.
Her Face Says Freedom 