This turning point I’ve had this week, the renewing, the rediscovery, the freedom… I’m learning what it doesn’t mean.

It doesn’t mean I’m an extrovert now.

It doesn’t mean I can meet a million friends for coffee.

It doesn’t mean I can set myself free from the daily boundaries I’ve set in place.

It doesn’t mean I have more words to say in any given conversation.

It doesn’t mean anxiety didn’t creep right up on me, in a very uninvited way this week.

It doesn’t mean I’ll abandon prescriptions and my better living through chemistry.

Here’s what it means:

It means I’ve come to terms with that fact that Robb died, he isn’t coming back, and I am free to live.

That’s what it means.

That’s all it means.

And that’s enough.

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