Diary: 3 Months

May 1, 2019 in Denver, Colorado.

Hard to believe it’s only been three months, and yet so much has happened in that time. I have such a hard time opening up about dating—my love life, and yet I know it’s time to finally share, to be real. To somehow find the strength to be vulnerable, even when it’s so effing hard.

May 1st I had something amazing happen, and I even allowed myself to have hope. And that hope turned into a relationship. I have hoped for something like this for so long...and it really felt like a dream, while it lasted. And then it changed...and then it ended. I have had such a hard time talking about dating—about the hurts I have gone through these past four years, but I am finally ready to talk about it. Soon.

I am what remains, and I am so much stronger for all of it.

For now, I leave you with this picture. It seems to capture exactly how I feel, in some very odd way. ha I don’t have it all figured out, but I know that I will be better, at the end of all of this.

I look at the woman I am today, compared to the woman I was four years ago, and I have hope. I am what remains, and I am so much stronger for all of it.